Fallow Nights

I know the wind is coming today —

a prediction our weathermen inevitably

get right even when they too often

ready us for a rain that disappoints,

but the wind, we West Texans know,

will come.  This day will bring

a northern gust, a cool turning to

a colder rush, a reminder that winter

still waits to have its full measure.

Though these past months have been

a forced hibernation, a reclusive

separation, we still face the cold

mornings of December, the settling

of January’s shadows, and the long

bleak weeks it takes February

to remind us why we need

March, the return of stems breaking

through the rested soil when the silent

season surrenders to a time of growth 

as the world wakes from a dormant slumber

and we begin to plow, to nourish,

to push our hands deep into the ground,

all life thawing, releasing the budding

hopes we dreamed throughout

the fallow nights of our necessary winter. 

—C.L. Fisher, December 2020

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