For the Love of Compost


Now as the last light quickens final growth
As first light did more slowly in the Spring,
So do we two at this age quicken, both
To see each other’s good in everything.
A garden’s not a life, yet in the leaf
That rises with the Summer’s heat to fall
When Autumn’s chill surrounds it, our belief
In one another’s mimicked by them all.
Death seems to come in Winter, yet we see
The good one season does the next in soil
Enriched by last year’s elements set free
By processes that lessen our own toil.
So ever-growing love gives us a vision
Of self-renewing natural life’s precision.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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