A Field’s Year
May 6, 2008 at 1:37 pm | In poems, seasons |Tags: consecutive Haikus, metaphors
Spring’s the real new year
as every seed opens to
produce a new life.
Then summer’s full field’s
a welcome, joyful answer
to farmer’s questions.
Field empty and cold;
a blanket of colored leaves
makes a patchwork quilt.
Winter’s long, long sleep;
and at all the field’s bedposts,
fluffy white pillows.
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