Thursday, December 4, 2014

Of Fields and Foolishness



One act of foolishness can yield
A life of consequence
Darling, the snow that sweeps the field
And swathes the garden fence
Will soon fall prey to the exchange
Of gold where gray clouds rearrange
The hills that waft above earth’s plains
And the attire of season-strains

The ribbons that unraveled where
Fair summer spilled its bloom
Are dangling in the frosted hair
Of every stricken plume
…and yet beneath, the still seed lies
Asleep until time’s softer sighs
Of zephyr wakes its pulse to spill
The fruit thereof on dale and hill

The seed of foolishness seems small
And insignificant
There is no spring, summer and fall
In gardens where we plant
One of two seeds, foolish or wise
And we do well to realize
The breadth of harvest it can yield
 Of field on field on field…on field

© Janet Martin


2 comments:

  1. Oh, Miss Janet! So thoughtfully and beautifully phrased! I just kept re-reading and pondering - and imagining you strolling through your frosted leafy scene, pondering. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. ;-) one of my favorite pastimes; wandering and pondering!!

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