Monday, November 7, 2016

Winter Wheat : a poem

Winter's tenant has arrived
Speaking the testament of frost
The rows of blades like soliders
Guarding the once burnt field
This year the corn ravenous 
Nitrogen mad, enraged
Their roots like ribcages
Leaf and stalk bedraggled innards
Laying stool in the earth's mouth
Now this winter wheat is
A blanket for dry furrows
Sleeping, cleansing, hiding
The secret of rebirth for
Winter's dark night
Of snow and ice
Frost and freeze

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