in porous earth the seeds have been sown
a winter wait to see what will grow
the chosen fruit not normally sought
to so easily ripen, too easily rot
the will will wait within the ground
in the freeze and shell be bound
a patience must for the time we wait
'til life emerges through a warmer gate
which leaves will pierce an April sigh
will they offer offense or be an ally
will their tendrils invade to creep and choke
a bane to all of what was spoke
will their buds blossom and be many
will their fruit differ to nourish plenty
the seeds are sown, the deed is done
time is fleeting in the southern sun
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