Anyone Can See

Anyone with half wit can see
how his land yields to its people.
Farms flaunt their fecundity
as fields turn fact into miracle.
Here the spring sun stirs seeds
in farmers and plants, breeds crops
and dreams. Trees embrace farmsteads,
shoulder off rough weather,
furnish green rooms for birds,
blossom in huge bouquets when frost
sets its teeth on morning’s edge.
Winter slows time in this country
when we speak through cracked lips,
keep barn doors tight, finish chores
after dark. The land provides for
those who endure it, the home lovers,
the deep rooted, who can stand
against the wind.