From The Wintered Womb
Underneath the thrice ploughed, fertile, fallow field
Impregnated within a wintered, woven, womb
Of richly composted humus
I lay seeking sustenance, nourishment from
The oxygen filled wintered mist that
Drizzles, seeping, replenishing the amniotic fluids
That trickles through the membranous umbilical cord
Ensuring a bountiful spring harvest.
I wondered what I could post here for you Bo, and then remembered a poem I wrote that helped to sustain me during a difficult time. Today I offer it to you with love, a reminder that if you take it quietly, lie within the wintered womb, a greening does take place.