August Gold
We get paid in corn
for our garden labor
We strike it rich
with every husk
pulled back
The sun has forged
an Aztec banquet
a silky purse
for August gold
The rain has raised
a gold rush harvest
We reap the profits
of its Midas touch
With bellies full
we dig potatoes
for poorer days
when corn is spent
_________ Colleen Redman / Poets United
August 7th, 2016 10:59 pm
It is as if, you’ve scratched these words out of the earth. With the right hint of corniness.
August 7th, 2016 11:14 pm
such freshness…i can almost smell the seasons and their bounties….gorgeous…
August 8th, 2016 12:26 am
Such a Midas touch of gardeners has never been better expressed!
August 8th, 2016 2:59 am
Reading your words I wished I had a garden again bursting in its fecundity with both birds bees and other insects pleased to live alongside me!
August 8th, 2016 4:06 am
I miss my old family garden. Mid August is a wonderful time. Still in the glory of summer, reaping it’s rewards, but the cool touch of fall you can sense is just around the corner.
August 8th, 2016 4:55 am
The sun has forged
an Aztec banquet
a silky purse
for August gold…
I have never read of corn so beautifully described!
August 8th, 2016 5:20 am
A there is my summer, six months hence!
August 8th, 2016 8:41 am
The beauty of simplicity glows in this piece – like golden corn 🙂
August 8th, 2016 10:53 am
That was very nice. A beautiful snapshot of life.
ZQ
August 8th, 2016 8:28 pm
Love this Colleen. Can’t have too much sweet corn this time of the year.
August 9th, 2016 1:43 am
I love both the lyrical beauty and the satisfying earthiness.
August 9th, 2016 7:24 am
Lovely poem! I always think of August as something earthy and warm 🙂
August 9th, 2016 11:58 am
Gardeners are rich people this time of year.
August 11th, 2016 4:52 pm
Nothing like corn fresh from the garden. Loved this!