A Season For Sowing

a season for sowing
good tidings
and good will

the fields are clean
the sky is bright
the air is filled
with mists

we bury what good we have
inside our hearts
we let the soil bid time
we make room for growth

we wait for many moons
we dream with the stars
we anticipate the next to come
that season for harvest.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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