Suffer the Ache, Sweet Babies

When earth finally moves again
and soil gives up after soaking rain,
we watch seeds pods crack open,
spindly white stems humbly folded,
their heads still buried in dirt.

I marvel at miracles,
little babes surrounding me
like folds of skirts, hugging my legs
and screaming all sorts of nonsense
because they are tired and hungry.

I watch them now, their heads bent low,
their stems spindly and white, and I
wonder how much rain it will take to soften
their earth, if they will keep their heads buried
or suffer the ache of reaching upward.

1 Comment

  1. cynthia says:

    I love the “babes surround me like folds of skirts, hugging my legs…” So nice. I remember when they hugged my legs so long ago. The spindly white stems humbly folded is lovely as is the “ache of reaching upward. This is a neat piece and what a beautiful time of year to read this new sprouting…God Bless friend..Enjoy…

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