The Time of Planting
The early sun rose slowly
The earth turned my eyes,
Turned to the early sun.
Once upon a day,
the sky was blue and gray;
Grey in the east, and blue.
Someone is watching you.
Someone? Is it?
Can you be who you are in this day?
The sun rose slowly
and the day turned upwards early
to meet the time of planting.
The time of planting.
The horse by the river, panting
in short quick breaths with the snow.
Colin Fine
1983