Renewal

Thoughts scattered

and blown on the wind.

Rain clouds parted

to puffs of gray

on fringes

of my mind today.

The rain has pattered

flattening crops

of yesterday

leaving chaff and seed

in the rivulets

of my mind.

Once it mattered

that hands were there

to collect and thresh

the offerings of earth

and sky 

and me.

Now, lie battered

twisted and crushed

by floods of time

welling,

pushing to pop

the seed for rebirth.

The world lies shattered

seeds left to rot

pushed under clay

forgotten - Not

discontent in thought

of winter's rest

All gathered

'neath hibernation's blanket

waiting

to see if renewal

really comes in Spring.