Burning the Fields

The garden in our heads Drenched from the brainstorm Washing away The supporting soil Old growth became An unruly thicket Dorment prosperity Waiting to bloom The ground settles Roots overgrown Too green to burn Suffocation looms Stagnate pastures Passing judgement Weeds invaded long ago The storehouse is full The harvest will spoil Fanning the flames Pouring the oil This prescribe burn overdue Years of work Feed the blaze Grasslands turn to ash Transformation's quiet embrace