These fields are fallow now <br />where we once sowed our seeds <br />and the trees bloomed in spring <br />with the grass below them green. <br /> <br />Should we let the summer's kiss <br />shrive the husks and the seeds <br />so our lives are as fallow now <br />as summer without the rain? <br /> <br />I am back, blossom and fruit <br />here to watch you grow again <br />where I was blown on the wind <br />alone and withering with no soil <br /> <br />The winter turns cold again, <br />now white with frozen calluses. <br />Our river still runs swift and strong <br />always waiting for the next harvest.<br /><br />Poet Dragon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallow-souls/
