Fallow

This sun is shining
The temperature is pleasant
Noticably nice

I saw my sister
A lot to process but good
A very real lunch

Mostly relaxing
For the balance of my day
Without work to do

Although the threshing
The fields are growing fallow
Intentionally

The rings unbroken
But what is this place without
Words overflowing

I feel I have sinned
Not granting a time for rest
To let the fields lie

So mind fields quiet
If I neither reap nor sow
Am I a farmer?

Will my dreams persist?
Will they fade with the dawn?
It's time to find out.

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