Plaineditions

Come seedtime we toil
clearing, planting, watering
seeds of passion & sustenance

In a ray of light
we watch them
sprout & bloom

Come harvest-time we tally
the fruits & costs
of pestilence & fallow lands

Wintertide is time for reflecting
on nature’s bounty & scorn
on man’s greed & fear

The wheel of time turns
a new season beckons…