Vibrations of an Iowa Countryside

The bean fields are brilliant this morning,
their gold screaming across the autumn landscape.
Down the road a fresh green fuzz springs up,
shouts back from the hillside
where hay was cut and baled a few weeks since.

This scene seems a note out of time.
Palettes of spring and fall compete
in a symphony of color gone wild,
the result of uncharacteristic soaking rains
this August and September.

The countryside vibrates with such intensity
I can hear it trumpeting the call
to gather combines and threshers for harvest.

To an Unseen God

Shadows lengthen
as the golden orb of day
slips out of sight.
Clouds aflame
on the darkening canvas of sky
in shades of coral and fuchsia,
cobalt and indigo.

High overhead
a gull in solo flight
reflects the departing light
off luminous wings.
Oh, to soar
by pull of earth,
to rise on Spirit’s breath
and catch the glorious light
of Your grace!