Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
I’m not so different from an ear of mosaic maize,
multifaceted pieces of tesserae
fit together just so.
Depending on how the Light falls
I could be tile to be tread or
a kaleidoscope of stained glass reflections in sacred space,
a gemstone necklace of colored beads,
or simply corn on the cob hanging from a stalk.
Plain and infinitely luminous,
just like the Artist Himself.