Here is another poem from my archives. Wrote this one in October of 2011.
We cannot harvest the crops
we have not planted
nor fence time to keep our fields from going fallow.
We must be present
in this time and place and circumstance.
We, ourselves, are the tillable soil
If sun does not warm our seeds to sprout
or the hail tramples our grain
We will nourish ourselves with creativity and perseverance
and faith in our rich soil.
We will try new crops,
tie up the beans against blight,
and invite the lady bugs and paper wasps to dine on our garden pests
until at long last
we reap abundance from our toil
and dance in the delights of our fields abloom.