Circle

By midSpring the soil laps
nibbles at my toes
hungrygrowls all day

Last year’s seeds swell
sprouting where they lie
where they were blown or fell

Soon the hungry garden
sucks all my synapses
eats the sound of every word

Sweat gives life to it all
eating energy and laughter
our love rounding flesh of fruit

At harvest tables turn
every gesture of growing
volleys back to us
and we wait for Spring.

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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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