A Poem a Day (235): Planting

 

Planting

This is the patch for planting,
The most inhabitable slice of soil,
Open for green, olive, yellow leaves,
Stems so delicate, yawning buds.

This is where things will grow.
This rebirth. Back to the begin.

And this is where spring will come,
This slide-in of tangible roots,
Marking a place, a small allocation,
But all they need: soil, water, sun.

We have such small needs.

The sky knows it daunts, so vast,
Thunder rolling in with truths.

In this patch we will build a life,
Shelter it, savour it, keep it warm.
Here we know ourselves as we are.
In this small life of ours.  

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 8, 2020