WALTZ OF THE STRAW MAN

It is time to celebrate
the renaissance of corn and
falcons and rain;
sway like a scarecrow
dancing in September gales,
anchored only by summer thoughts
and seasons of sun and moon,
and when amnesia and wonder
fade the lines and edges, go
sailing into wet colours of the wind
and the freedom of lucid skies.

January 18, 1994

(Note: This is the first in a series of poems I call 'the scarecrow poems'. Though a series, each poem stands on it's own as an individual piece).