Let the grass lie fallow
Uncut upon the fields
While wind and winter blow
Cast upon fallow skies.
What yesterdays gone by
Speak yet of days to come,
Sweet, solemn prophesy
Of loss, love, joy, surprise.
So the world cycles
From winter into spring,
Freezing, life recycled
For when warm winds arrive.
From loss comes renewal,
From every death a birth.
Spring’s blush first and final
Though winter stains the skies.
