If you find yourself in a fallow time–a time of stagnation or barrenness, this poem is especially for you.
“The Fallow Time”
When you are lying fallow,
Surrounded by your leaves,
Rooted in cold, unyielding earth
And leaden sky overhead…
Do not think that you are done.
You cannot live in constant Spring,
Nor was your previous green a trick.
Your barren now is holy space
Miraculously pregnant with you.
Rest in fruitful letting go and soon
Your green returns again.