The Farmer's Almanac tell us to plant
When the moon is new
Water the seeds with your spontaneous tears
Pray for the merciful sunlight
Know that insects burrow from below
And birds watch for the fruit
Rabbits and deer will nibble
And new shoots will emerge from the snow
Long after, when you've almost forgotten
You'll look up at the full golden moon
Amid her billowing skirts of clouds
And remember to harvest.
