The Resistance of Mud

This is the season of mud
of waking earth
of relentless rain
of sharp shoots
signposts to the sky.

Miracles are gathering
sweet grasses return
earthworms roil in soil
nuthatches honk down trees
all pointing to the earth’s waking.

We try to hurry the season
with flats of seedlings
with backs bent double
with praise for the mud
in all its teeming glory.

Spring just smiles back at us
spinning her long song
lulling us with clouds
scenting her breath
with the first touch of lilies.

About janemwoodman

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