Part 2: The Time of Year

To everything there is a season

Some say that there are only four. But what I’ve seen of morning sun rays, I’d say that there are many more!

Crop Season 2020

It was a season, not before seen First endless rain, then endless green. The south saw yields that have never been better The north saw fields that have never been wetter. From unseeded acres to bumper crops Hailed out canola, but excellent hops. Claims already paid, claims to be withdrawn Adjusters working from dusk to dawn. Or should that be from dawn to dusk? No matter! We have seen both boom and bust! Time to meet and review this past year Agronomics, forecasts, a quick cold beer?

Fall

Although fall whispered softly Hiding inside the warm breezes She frightened The blackbirds

And the wild geese. Shaking the leaves And shrinking the bushes In the evening of the year.

Late Fall

A brooding silence lingers

Over the last remains Of falling leaves Cast randomly On the wet path. The cold drizzle

Gives no relief As the gathering darkness Overtakes the silence And awaits.

Early Winter

The first snow fall

Glitters and gently covers The weary and forlorn ground

Like a newborn’s blanket

Giving a freshness And an invitation To be the first To leave your footprints behind.

Winter

Drifting, sifting snow

Pushed by icy winds

Skips across the The sea of white

Like the surf of a curling wave While the cedars shudder And a solitary branch Taps impatiently On the frozen windowpane.

Early Spring

A glittering morning sun Emanates a warmth And breaks the frozen solitude. The maples awake And send their emissaries Searching and seeking Upward. The taps and pails Are soon to follow.

Spring

The siren call Of the meadowlark Leaves no mistake That the full force Of nature Is fully awake. And the urgency To replenish life Begins again.

Early Summer

The smells of freshness

Abound on all fronts. The rising vapours

Of a quick thunder shower

Unquestionably accentuates

The expanding bouquet of Apple blossoms, Ripening blackberries And fresh cut hay.

Summer

Amidst the sweltering heat

The elongating stalks Of growing corn

Look upward for more, While the leaves

Of the majestic line of maples

Along the adjacent fence line Seek cover and endure

Like a sleeping dog With no sign of motion.