Give Seeds Their Wings

Your season of labour ‘neath hot summer sun

Has come to a standstill; the seeds you have won

Are poised on the brink of a wondrous fall fling,

One you can’t control – so

give seeds their wings!

Hush, My Heart

Hush, my heart, you thud too loud,

you stir deep thoughts, attract a crowd

of ponderings inside my chest,

carry calm on fluttered breast

to farthest moors of untried lands,

and banish slumber’s nodding sands.

Hush, my heart, your poundings wake

the sleeping Giant, for whose sake

I pause here, soothing soul in vain,

begging Beast with sweet refrain

to leave me, taking Love by force,

allowing me a freer course.