Nov 7, 2022
1 min read
A New Cycle Begins
On days when thunder crash
and lightning flash,
bright enough to light dark corners
casting sharp shadows
I bow in gratitude;
For this moment
in time, listening,
rain, pelting like sharp nails on the tin roof
ushering in a new season;
Another cycle, welcoming
the turning soil and planting
bananas and plantain
yam, potato and okra,
rolling hills and fallow fields
understand nature’s cycle,
and relax in ease.
© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
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