C olored yellow, dry and crisp,
O n the stalks, heavy ears wait,
R eady to be shucked and shelled,
N ose-diving into the header.
H arvest colors and
A utumn weather,
R eaching out,
V enturing close to
E mbrace us in the cornfield.
S imply whispering around us,
T he Glory of the Giver of the Grain.