are lying on my heart,
pressing down,
heavy on my love
and the worms are busy
making soil,
and I am raking.
Raking away years
of brown decay--
and as I rake,
I sweat
and as I sweat, I smile
because everywhere,
I am unearthing
small red tipped shoots
and tiny greens
pushing upward;
hard working for the light.
A dawn of recognition
as I bring them out from under--
hopes, plans for better love,
prayers of growing peace,
a cleaner place to live…
these are the shoots
that I release to light;
by raking, preening Mother Earth
helping her shed her skin
helps me shed mine
into understanding
the common boat we are in.
As her losses are pulled away,
put in the compost heap,
her springtime gifts of growing things
emerge from winter's sleep
and she redecorates our home
with love,
and vibrant color;
poems of waxy petals shimmering with dew,
sketches of greening landscapes reaching out
for a wider view
and ah…the music
trilling birdsong
that can lift the heart
to nod in recognition
of the unity that bonds
my little aching single heart
to the planet we live on.
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