Fallow

I have been fallow, 

And the unawareness of it

Sat like a plague universal to me

Through some long slogs.

I was alighting with nerves,

Constantly reaching for what

I know I had, 

And forgot that I had 

Tethers, ultimately releasing me. 

It's not easy to somehow say

Just leave me be, I don't have

Much to offer now.

Spring arrives in its own time.

Fallow is ephemeral to every rich season, and

There are stars scattered in the

Brutal wind. 

They dot the frozen heaven.

I look at the ground, so deep in its slumber,
Snow covering all with 

The blanket that we'll see lift into

March and April waters.

There is good eternal reason

For the stress and birthing from the fallow.

Snow covering the elemental now, I see 

It's one day at a time.