I’ve been absent for more than a few months now.
I guess I’ve had little energy for writing. It’s been that kind of season in life.
Harvest began last week and with it I’ve found new work hauling corn in from the fields for my wife’ uncle and brother.
Harvest is a reflective time for me – hope sown in spring is harvested.
Here is a poem I wrote today as I was unloading at the bin.
the corn is done,
the works begun.
Golden dunes of
hope sown in spring
has now been born.
Man and maker
made it so,