Fallow

The land lay fallow

In wait

But there is a knowing

Sure of the warmth and rain 

As it has seen these days before

Plants will grow once again

Sprouting up forth from below 

Although seeds are unseen 

They are there

Waiting to burst forth

And start something new

Fallow, the land lay in wait

Not in angst,

But longing.

Not in fear,

But anticipating.

For waters to fill this dusty terrain

Soaking into my parched ground

For I know below

Sleeping seeds exist

Ready to break through

To awaken in the morning sun

To reveal all that was beneath.