Till and Plough

A flower blooms in paltry places To nature's gardens tall and wide Little eyes on petalled faces A sweet short time before she dies Her moment flowered like no other Short-lived but more than beauty allows Eternal clocks are for nature's mother Endless deadlines for her till and plough Yet far away on mountain peaks glory A scraggly rough tree has stood far too long 5000 years it has shared its story Its ancient Bristlecone endures its timeworn song Somewhere in a chard of amber A seed still waits for its millennial birth Its' timeless stillness held in golden slumber Awaiting to emerge out of the arms of mother earth And NOW my love is when we have harvest Together in our journey with all that allows We are as one for now and forever eternal Performing the miracle of the till and plough February 13, 2020 Strand Select 0, any form, any theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand