Fallow Ground

With mind now fallow as the frozen soil,
I look for solitude’s own recompense
As breathing matches breezes, human foil
To Nature as her seasons are to sense.
Ideas rot from too extended waiting
As fast as seeds in frigid soil do;
Blank pages mirror minds anticipating
Imagination’s warmth and Summer’s, too.
Absence of words and images’ returning
Extending into long-delaying Spring
Leaves only hope perennial concerning
Fresh growth of song, stem, fruit— every good thing.
So may this singer’s history and song
Grow once again as late Spring sings along.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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