Sonnet for Muddy Spring

The waking season stretches tentative
Green fingers to the sun from seas of mud,
While finches shed their greys and browns to give
The coming gold its place, and tulips bud.
I moved a heavy pot to keep away
Our labrador’s wide feet from being filled
With mud, unwelcome in the house, to stay
Him from his common path until
Thin grasses thicken. But as I disturbed
The mud’s top layer with the pot I slid,
One iridescent earthworm was disturbed,
The first of all that icy winter hid.
Now once again the mud and rot give birth
To all the beauties of this Life and Earth.

About janemwoodman

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