exercizo en extended metaphor

there are still patches of land still singed from the slashing and burning. what seems like a raped and abandoned field is really an expanse of land ripe for opportunity. it is ready to be sown again, the last crop readily fading from memory. one small seed pod landed in the far corner of the land at the beginning of the season and others covered the ground only weeks later. as they began to take root, the soil enriched and the drought even seemed to subside. as days passed, seedings began to emerge and in the blink of an eye the plants began to come into their own. the pages fell off the calendar of october, november, and suddenly the onset of winter brought a great change. the farmers began to pull up some of the plants and the land cried out at the loss. the soil began to quickly dry out and the roots started showing in the remaining plants. the farmers took notice and began to spray the lands with water. some of the plants strengthened and more were planted. perhaps, the lands will prosper again.

winter is a powerful force. the cold desolation can bring the strongest to their knees. what once was so sure can be called into question with the coming of the howling winds and the softly falling snow. fall softly snow, remind me of the warm autumn glow and prepare me for what lies ahead. i am ready, but i cannot do it on my own.