2017 Day 22 – Promise of Harvest

While winter lingers, Earth is still asleep,
Promise of harvest curls within the seed.
What we sow now, eventually we reap.
We till reluctant ground with hands that bleed
Hoping for growth and that the crops not fail.
Promise of harvest curls within the seed.
Late frost or bitter winds or hail
May blight the tender shoots. We toil,
Hoping for growth and that the crops not fail..
Our blood, our sweat, will bless the living soil.
The weeds we leave to flourish in the field
May blight the tender shoots. We toil
And fight exhaustion, or we yield.
We shape our future by what we neglect:
The weeds we leave to flourish in the field,
The fragile shoots of life we don’t protect.
While winter lingers, Earth is still asleep,
We shape our future by what we neglect.
What we sow now, eventually we reap.

 

Notes: The prompt was to write a georgic. I decided to write a terzanelle with an agricultural(ish) theme.

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