The Farmer's Field Today I walk With my lover, My footstep light, Careful Against the dewy ground, His steps Strong. Steady. Morning mist, Ethereal, Magical, Curls around us, Secretive. Dreamy. And it is only He and I, There in the fog. We walk without words, Our footsteps Our breath Make soft sounds, Yet the earth is stirring, Waking noisily. Insects chirp, Birds sing merrily. The call of the farmer, His family, In the distance, The bark of his dog. Lamb's mournful pleas, Mothers respond. Through light clouds, Over low hills, A buttery sun kisses The dense sod Releasing An ancient earthiness, Trapped there Between the clover and the dampened earth.