Amaranth blowing golden in the wind blowing burgundy in the wind nodding its hundred heads all heavy in the heat glowing under the sun under the summer sky coxcomb crowns held proudly high plump with the goodness of grain
Amaranth from the fields of heaven to our fields bountiful blessing for this our thanks
This poem was originally published in Crossroads magazine Vol. 2, No. 4, Lughnassadh 1996.