Staff of Life

A short allegorical poem

Five and three unto a bowl do go,

a damp soil for a seed to grow.

With heat the seed does germinate

A promise of life to come

The soil is worked, the growth controlled

Lest fertile earth be barren ground

Into summer's heat new life is cast

to blossom before it wilts.

In autumn the heat has fled

and left its leavened corpse.

Bread. 

Author's Note

I'd love to know what people think of the metre since I'm incapable of figuring out stressed vs unstressed syllables. There are some awkward lines as well if you have any ideas I'd like to hear them.

Reviews

[Valentine]

I am not into correctness of lines but I liked the idea for this write. Valentine