Thought I'd try my hand at a little haiku.
fold bereft of crop
winter sky hovers above
bare furrows exposed
bare furrow exposed
shivers under cold gray sky
a dream of green growth
to dream of green growth
sleep deep in winter's embrace
bare the fertile fold
Absolutely! Going fallow is the healthy thing to do, for soil, for folks. It's time to recoup the energy lost. Interesting poem.
ReplyDeleteNicely done. I like how you plowed each one into the next.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Ellen, well stated.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you did that - combining three and ending/starting with the same sentence - just beautiful. :D
ReplyDeleteAmazing...your words mirrored the photo, perfectly.
ReplyDeleterow upon row . . . the haiku are sprouting. there must be water and light and air for them to arrive like this. steven
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Whatever you attempt you do so well. You are just good, that's all.
ReplyDeleteOh very nice! I am so ready for some green growth...
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to say 'hi' and relay my sympathy for your BIL's recent death. I went back and caught up on your posts. No wonder you are needing a bit of fallow time. May the new year bring healing to you and your sister, as well as the tender new green of creativity and hope.
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