Fallow Heart

Eros' field

Yield no more

Season set

Let their be no reaping

Rest

And let your heart drink in

Chaff's memory decomposing

Shrink not

As sorrow churns the ground

Of yesteryear's upended root

These prepare for morrows seed

Though weeds infest thy sod

No fruit be found within the brier

Lust shan't be saved

But plucked and burned

Life hath not passed you over last

Nor is thy soul a barren urn

Lone within the stillness

Learn

Yearning for spring 

Next turn of season

Where blossoms of romance

Are better fed

To nourish the perennial 

Of love enduring