It is always planting season...
and harvest.
PAD invites us to write a 'things-not-as-it-appears' poem
It is hard to prepare for
What we cannot see
Tomorrow is always
A Mystery
No one can tell us
What its furrow shields
Yet, Today we are planting
Tomorrow's Fields
With its myst'ry will bear
The offspring of
What we planted there
© Janet Martin
This is a beautiful photo to enhance your poem. You often plant smiles in my field.
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