In the Garden at Dawn
Dawn moon appears
Low in the eastern sky
Like an idiot’s grin
From cheek to cheek
A glow so intense
It startles the eye.
–
My hands deep in soil
Planting tender shoots of life
With reverence that feeds the soul
As seedlings feed flesh later to come.
–
There is God in this black soil
Earthworms and tiny bits of life
Independent of will or wishes.
–
Moonbeams spill on this tilled earth
Like a benediction or blessing
And bathes plants and planter with expectation,
Promise.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted 2019`
Leave a Reply