The field I pass on my daily walk has for several months lain fallow, its normal fecund state of productivity in deep slumber. I noted today, however, that the soil has been turned in preparation for the forthcoming season, but what will be sown remains to be seen.
It was the group of gulls that I first saw
Gabbling at the border of the field.
The former crusted farmland had assumed
A rich brown hue, exposed to sun and air.
Whatever creatures lay beneath had been
Devoured by this feathered flock now watching,
Waiting for a further feast. I too now wait
To see what riches this good earth will bring.