Day One
Day one..
Late March
I turn the rich, black, earth
Letting it fall between my fingers..
Breathe in its richness
Planting seeds to feed body and soul..
Allowing my spirit to renew as they grow
And enjoy the fresh goodness hard work provides..
Then watch again helplessly as it all dies
Returning to rich, black, earth
As will I
Someday...
©Donna Jones
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013
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