Thursday, November 3, 2011

After the Harvest


In spring, buried seeds sprout
in time to grow and bear
fruit and flower.
Arc of light widens horizons as
earth weaves its tapestry of days
and nights around our star.
Light rises ever higher
till all is crescendo, abundant, wild,
and somehow overgrown.

In time, sun and light
fade to seek another angle.
Decay sets in with surety.
Seed husks and weed-clotted soil
dry to be gathered.
It will rise in time
but it must die 
to silt in,
adding to life.


Darkness and cold come, and
the days lack the warming promise 
of spring’s sun-kissed cool.
Back then we knew it 
illuminated the path ahead.
We may return in time again
but not before we discard and
welcome the decay to cultivate
renewed soil from the harvest.

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