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
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