The smoke hazes the setting sun
as the fire burns remains of the last crop
proffering ashes to the wind.
It's all the wind gets
as the memento of the last harvest.
On the new soil
once again there'll be tilling
and God willing
seeds waiting hope laden
will sprout into corn.
What's dead is to be reborn.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
The smoke hazes the setting sun
as the fire burns remains of the last crop
proffering ashes to the wind.
It's all the wind gets
as the memento of the last harvest.
On the new soil
once again there'll be tilling
and God willing
seeds waiting hope laden
will sprout into corn.
What's dead is to be reborn.
Cornfield in setting sun, Dec 23, 4.30 pm
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