I adore digging in the dirt. I like the loamy texture, the rich smells, the meditation of weeding.
I set my left foot, then my right on the shovel
years on kid stilts giving me me the balance
to wiggle back and forth leaning into it
then I hop off and up on the left again
for good measure, scoop dirt to the side
planting bulbs, perennials and vegetables.
Good soil loved for years, whole century before me
the joy of color, of herbs, of growing food
the earth, present for all creatures and us the
stewards of her bounty; guardians of her waters
I lay my sanity at Gaia’s feet and she never fails me.
Every season has its task, its joys, its harmonies.
Rain and sun and snow bring us to life
we the tiny seeds so briefly on the earth.
The rhythm of the seasons matches our lives
Flower and pollinate while ye may.
For tomorrow is winter when tender stalks
sleep ‘neath blankets of snow til March.
Do you till the earth?
Happy Manic Monday! –Rebecca