By Paul Haygood

A small, untended garden-space
Is dug, turned, fed
And planted...
I in my old holey-blue sweater
And green-net hat
Feeling quite pagan and quite priestly,
Gently setting tiny plants
Into the Earth,
Giving thanks
For sun, water and worms...
She seems receptive, this tiny patch
Of newly re-cared for earth,
And I need her love....

 

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