Mud Season in Heaven

If I should get to heaven when I die
(Assuming it’s a place I’ll be aware)
I hope I get a microscope for eyes
And that there’s a Mud Season even there.
I know there’s life below the mounds of snow
When everything looks dead here above ground,
But once it melts and frost turns into mud,
I’d like to see what life there can be found.
I feel it gathering life now to prepare
For bursting Spring in just a little while,
But how I’d love to see it wriggling forth
As I can see in every compost pile!
If my idea of heaven seems too poor,
I live there now, so I don’t ask much more.

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About janemwoodman

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