I lie within fields barren
Crimson flower gone to seed
Earth caressed by Winter lips
Upon which my cheek doth rest
I lie within fields barren
New life lulled in womb
Divine, this song emergent
Await Springs commencing breath
I lie within fields barren
Remembrance of which has been
In honor of this sacred cycle
Till genesis springs forth afresh.
~Sharon Brodbeck ’09
Into the Mystic 