Land Yields

The land lies Chilled and stilled. Whether flatlands Or rolling hills. Damp, cold, and alone; She doesn't feel at home. It's hard to feel at home Where warmth and purpose seem To be in decline or have departed. The land knows that she was made to yield; To yield grain, nuts, fruits, and vegetables. But when she gives pause and thought, She realizes that she's right at home. She surrenders herself to a state of rest, And when thought upon, she no longer feels Bored and alone, but very much at home. She becomes pleased that yesterday's yields Are being utilized and feasted upon. So, she Reclines and anticipates the yields of Spring. She can't wait for the sprouting seeds and blossoming trees. But until then, the lifeline of the land's present season will thrive on patience, trust, sleep, and anticipation. 010624PS