Mother's Green Thumb

(A Shadow Sonnet) Earth mother, now return to Mother Earth for time has taken what you were born for. Listen for its call, oh dear one, listen, and answer, before it pulls both thee and me. As rain washes earth's green over me, I remember your thumb, stained green as I. Sun brightened the hue, rain chased the sun. hands tilled the soil, but dirt clung on hands to flake from green fingertips, and thus to spread the seed; bring back life to deathlike spread, "green up" our world as your spade cast forth green, too singled in purpose to compass two who work together— as partners will— who eye the same plot of land with reaper's eye.