8/28

For too long, corn stands rose too tall, 
too enclosing, smalling my surroundings 
into soft fears.

Only, now the embrace of their tall shadows 
give a calm comfort as might the arms of 
a new lover.

So, standing under deepening aqua skies, 
by the quiet rustle of this phalanx of 
green limbed sentinels,

I accept the affection I am given, friends, 
others, hold it close as a gift and 
bid it welcome.