Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Maize Series Poem 3 (1-11)



Multicoloured Maize

Who created the sky?
It is small and shy
at first light,
then later brilliant.

Blue Maize

There is no breathing space
without you;
you are the breath I breathe
mile upon mile.

Maple Tree Angel

I lift the curse over you
of a life like an athlete,
who pushes their body and their pain
to the limit of their endurance.