Lines on the First Day of Planting


That spot in my down-low back
(that place where the cute girls had dimples)
where aching begins while I’m not watching
where spasms will sing me to sleep
where I creak in the slow mornings
From that place will now grow
the lilies, asters, and lavenders-
chard, orach, and sweet lettuces-
bloody beets and feathery fennels-
tomatoes shaped like hearts and flowers-
rosemary for remembrance, balm for the soul-
(but no cauliflower-rational thought
has nothing to do with this natural magic)
as Spring whispers her lovely spells to the soil-
where Summer lays down a bed for all of Life.

About janemwoodman

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