Winter Skies Swelled, Bursting loudly as it poured

Winter skies swelled, bursting loudly as it poured

heavily onto the tin roof and on the rich soil

where the seeds that we sowed

last months are embedded to grow,

to feed us both in the spring

and in the summer, the leaves turned back into the ground.

The plants life ends where it starts––the ground

coffee in the morning with soy milk is poured

into the air, aromatic beans with the scent of spring

time to go see what new life lives within the soil

and water and sun help it all grow

up, into those ideas we had earlier sowed.

We reflect on the life plans and ideas we’d sowed,

ideas of babies and of owning this ground

and watching those babies get big as they grow

just like the seeds after the winters rain has poured.

Turning things over and stirring the soil

aerates fresh breath like the breeze in spring

time is the time to jump and to spring

into motion and harvest what we’ve sowed

together we make our shirts fit––for working in soil

and for rolling on the ground

where the water troughs of your souls’ hunger are poured

and attended to by bees, they drink, helping the honey pot grow

we were worried that nothing would grow

and be ready to harvest in spring,

but after everything you poured

into the ideas that we carefully sowed,

we’re now expecting a baby, and we own this ground,

we can build our family home on this soil

we can inject our soul into this soil,

let the IV drip seasonally and watch our baby grow.

Family and farmland are what keeps a good man grounded,

Unlike the chase of sheep - the seasonal work in Spring,

which ends as harvest begs for new seeds to be sown,

before the crying of winter rains are poured.

Time to stay grounded on our soil and watch our babies grow up

Along with the lambs in springtime, the dreams we sowed are poured

over the land.