Fields of browned corn stalks rustle (I imagine) as I speed by in my car.
Sunflowers crowd along these country roadsides as if watching
some kind of parade: me going by in my car. A very short parade.
Bean fields yellow too and pale green, the beans long ago picked
and simmered in a pot with a piece of bacon, onion, salt and pepper.
It is early fall and some One must have decided long agoÂ
that a palette of yellow green and brown would be just the thing
on this Nebraska landscape in late September.
Against a brilliant blue sky contentment has picked up its brush.
