~*~
Fallow soil,
Hallowed ground.
Nothing grows here ~
Not yet.
The seed planted
Rests peacefully
Within a fertile
Bed covered by
Hope; fed with
Dreams.
Awaiting the
Moment
To rise; to greet
The sun.
Its day will
Come.
In the meantime,
Fallow.
~*~
Sometimes there is absolutely nothing to be done to create forward momentum. In those times, rest.
Thanks for visiting,
Dorothy
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