(Finnish for May – sowing moon)

This gamble –
a seed thrown down
on warming soil.
Surrender the weight of hope
into the season’s fickle hands.

Each cycle I am found hollow,
ringing beneath the wide sky.

Chittering greedy birds
begging the question
of when to draw a line.
To leave the field fallow,
allow weeds and rain
to run rampant.
Replenish the earth
or abandon all enterprise.

At day’s opening notes,
I walk the furrow,
press earth into the soles of my feet,
until it accepts my weight.
My hand lifts to the clouds
hiding the divine from my sight.

The grain spins free.



About the Poet:
Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor living in Finland. Her collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. Her writing blog is



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