Today God used up
All the blue crayons in the box
Coloring the sky such a fantastic shade
That to see it in a painting
Would be to disbelieve that
Anything could be so blue

After seemingly endless weeks of rain
And dreary grey skies
The colors seem more vibrant today
Iwander down the road looking
Until my eyes ache with beauty

Here is a field of early beans
Tawny brown and rust colored
Rattling in the wind
And glowing as the sun hits them
At just the perfect angle

The deep green and snow white
Of cotton, tall and strong
Boles ready to burst open
Spreads out for acres and acres
On my neighbors land

The few corn fields cut before the rain
Now sport a carpet of bright green sentries
Advantageous corn
New shoots from the spilled grain
Already a foot high

I know bleak winter is coming
So I try to capture these God-drawings
Hoping to take these gifts
And hang them with magnets
On the refrigerator door of my soul