giving nurse to hundreds
of small lives
that lie just
below the surface
of the decomposing leaves
and loam of last
year's growth.
You can almost
hear them pushing their
way through the dirt -
toward the air that will
give them a second
breath, a gasp
of air and sunlight.
Washed clean
and fresh by
the ample bath
of moisture from
the skies
the earth children
raise their heads in
praise of the
Silent One who
commands their coming -
this year and again.
Ciao!
TJM+
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