For the Earth
turning my compost,
the friable matter crumbles like
manna on my spade
working the dark earth,a fertile fragrance drifts upward,
essence of springtime
infinitely rich, this
mud and clay and quiet earth
out of which we came
small wonder
we drift like windborne catkins
longing for return
this April morning
among the daisies and the sage —
I plant myself too
small wonder
we drift like windborne catkins
longing for return
this April morning
among the daisies and the sage —
I plant myself too
9 comments:
lovely thoughts!
Echoing Crafty Green Poet...
this April morning
among the daisies and the sage —
I plant myself too
Nice series. I really like the last one.
You were quite inspired!
I agree with Roswila. The feeling is one I can identify with.
such infinite richness - yes!!
A lovely series of haiku.
Gracious and glorious images.
A wonderful series. I'm so glad you shared it.
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