soon the winter wheat
will rise from beneath the
cold earth now frozen and bare,
an explosion of passion
with more life and hope
than seems possible even now.
a shimmering force
eager to test all the limits
of heat and cold,
moisture and drought,
darkness and light.
and grow it shall
in the hot suns of summer days
and cool nights of full moons,
luxuriating in the sway of the
winds of life bringing together
all its early hopes and dreams
to put forth a full head of new grains
and with them painting
a brushstroke of golden yellow,
radiant, vibrant and ablaze
as it comes into its fullest glory
just before it
turns gray
and looser
and quieter
preparing
to give up the seed kernels
of this year in anticipation
of the one to come
after the frosts of winter.
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