Spring Comes

Spring comes.
High Summer.
The falling leaves, goldengrove.
Dead Winter.
A newborn’s cry.
Again.
Again.
The wheel turns.

The old man is planted in the earth, with the seeds-sowing
Winter comes
The small ones suckle
Men sweat
The women cry
Again.
Again.
The wheel turns.

Furrow-shoots drink rain—
a child’s laughter
is heard
over the edge of the world…

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