the fallow shed waits…


fallow packing sheds sleep

under spring blossoms.

clouds in the distance shorn of tears

having recently wept on hardened moonscape dirt.

it’s morning.

forget me not pebbles shiver

within their curved orbit

around a distant sun.

the fallow shed waits

for the caress

of falling blossoms.



Maurice Kaehler

Comprehensivist, Writer, and Systems Thinker/Healer. My experience is my sutra and my body is my prayer.