July 14, 2012

Hay












The land took us
in her hand, pulled
us along until we flowed
with her rhythm, spring
and fall, summer
and winter, we became
as one, the rising sun
and moon showing us
the way. Then,
as we grew old, accepted
us for good, our sowing
over, we found
our place in the soil,
at first napping,
then sleeping,
then at rest, ready,
ourselves, for harvest.

7/14/12