The fallow must follow the fecundity 

Grow 

my darling 

Verdant and riotous 

Create 

Vines of ink and harvest of words

Tend 

Insights in untidy rows

Cultivate 

Ideas round and sweet as melons

Gather 

The sun ripened seeds of dreams 

Then 

Turn the earth 

Tuck yourself in soil’s bed 

Let your productivity 

Rest 

For season 

Or years

Trust 

The pale land 

Will grow scarlet 

With inspiration 

Ready 

To flower 

Once more