Earth's Fulfillment

Brown-earth...bind up your wounds,
Where only seed-pods show.
And drape them in a carpet,
Of ice-crystals in the snow.

Blemished by the rapid growth,
In voice-less pangs of pain.
Reflections of the darkened clouds,
Kissed softly by the rain.

Cleansed deep in every crevice,
As wintry blasts unroll.
So like the sod's forgiveness,
With repentance for its soul.


E.P. 1908 - 1989