Fallow (A Villanelle)

The fields lie fallow for the coming of Lent

Snow covers all that waits for spring

Under the cold is autumn spent

 

We wait for Easter when new life is meant

The fields return to gold and green

For now, fields lie fallow for the coming of  Lent

 

Before Easter the veil is rent

First things first,  that's the thing

Under the cold is autumn spent

We understand little but soon a dent

Little by little we humans bring

Fields lie fallow for the coming of Lent

 

The smell of spring is but a scent

We long for the odor while on the wing

Under the cold is autumn spent

 

We leave behind the days unspent

 Snow covers all that waits for spring

The fields, they're fallow for the coming of Lent

Under the cold is autumn spent