Amber Waves


Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain

Flowing like the lion’s mane

Stirring like a golden sea

As west winds blow the plain



There in yellowed tapestry

I feel the joy of being free

The rooted, fully fruited

As far as the eye can see



But soon will come the hand

To reap you from your land

And the beauty will be lost

‘Come barren where I stand



Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain

In winter, you cannot here remain

But seasons pass, as they should

In autumn, we will meet again



14 Responses to “Amber Waves”
  1. beth says:

    smart to remember they will return, just a temporary loss of beauty

  2. Jim Borden says:

    The circle of life exists, even for wheat…

  3. Beautiful Brad 🌸🌹

  4. kristianw84 says:

    So beautiful!! 😍😍

  5. yassy says:

    I don’t know how you do it , but this is soooo fabulous. It’s like those classic poets of yesteryears but even better. This poem flows like honey , sweet in its depth and meaning. Hats off to you , Brad.

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    Everyone goes through cycles—sometimes good and other times not. The good news is we get another chance to shine.

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