Fallowing

Dr Abe V Rotor 

                           The earth in summer Courtesy of Nilo Manalunsong, NFA

Lifeless it seems, scorched in the summer sun,

      it cracks, it heaves, it sighs;

the earth fallows, after the harvest is done.

      it stirs, it talks, it cries.  

And the world is still, nothing moves around,

      abandoned and alone,

the herons and the mayas to faraway bound,

      frogs are still as stone. 

Then they croak, herald the habagat season,

      and the end of strife,

the earth wakes to the rain for good reason:

      rebirth, the cycle of life.  ~