communal farming
   dreaming

this is the dream
of my contentment
  the men and women sowing
  the corn and cabbage growing
  the cattle penned and lowing
  the scythe and sickle mowing

between the hope
and the act
lies the
will
which will not
will
the hope
to spring
full born
in time
and space

we sit beside a
winter's fire and talk
and wait
until at
last
in spring's
twilight
the whippoorwill
beats to death

the will
to dream
of autumn's
horn of plenty

Louis Miles