Reap and Sow

I keep pulling the death card
upright and reversed, metamorphosis and stagnation 
My favourite season is the change between them
Ice thaws, crocuses poke through mud 
Blossoms give way to new green growth 
Fields turn waxen and gold
 
Is it possible to embrace change while fearing it?
Write every reason you are alive on this earth 
Wonder at how they are so many 
and still not enough. 
 
Breathe salt air. Watch wind ripple 
fields of grass. Say hello to crows when they call. 
Coo at baby horses, point at cows when driving by. 
 
Know that when things die, the new harvest 
is being sown.

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