Plough


The warm curve
Of brown ploughed
Soil in Spring

Conceals the way
Of its coming
Into being

Sharp shining steel
Incisive cuts

Sod upturned exposed
To air and rain
And seed and grain

The need of it

The way of all ploughing
The ploughing of the heart

The pain of it

And oh the lovely
Harvest

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