This earth,turned by
Gardners, Millers
Tended by
Bosworth Sisters, the Bulla Twins
Name after name
They fill our
Funeral guest books
Our mouse-chewed
keepsake albums.
In the old farmstead shed
I find a spade,
Rusted, still sturdy
Under the eves
Near a bag of
Marbles forgotten
For decades then
Walk out of the barn-dust
Dark into spring’s light
Forgetful, forgiving,
and fulfilling of itself.
Today’s dirt awaits
aeration
Let’s float our tree bark
Boats on waves of grass
Throw seed and hope
For rain, sun
For harvest to share
A sunflower for
The birds.
Early Morning Poems 