Worm Sonnet

It isn’t the cold but the silence that freezes my brain
As I watch yet another snowfall and wish heartily for rain
To wash all the whiteness away, leaving soil exposed
Instead of this iciness that’s been so long interposed.
I’m speaking to you, my dear earthworms and pill bugs and fungus
Who work so hard daily in warmer months, unseen among us;
Your processing of the earth and of the compost we bury
Does just as much good for the garden as an apiary.
But now, deep in Winter, I can’t hear your presence at all;
You’re buried too deeply in snow and have been since late Fall!
I miss the soft grinding of toothless things under the soil,
As wormy and buggy things make meaningless “food that’s spoiled.”
I know you’re all down there and I’ll hear again before long
One of my favorite things: the down-deeper small creatures’ small song.

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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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