winter wheat

now is the time for sowing winter wheat
in the frozen tilled fields
in hardly hopeful expectation
that hands will exist to gather it in
come spring
this ugly time
this cold time
this chapped hands, forsaken lips time
this is for you
my future kind
bare likeness of myself
although i see no growth
i push seeds into the soil
i hope you eat
i hope you eat well
and are warm.