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.
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…