The Joys of Gardening

The Joys of Gardening

The lifeblood of Mother Earth
hardens in my fingernails,
entrenching itself into my very being.

Jubilantly I delve into her fecundity,
only aware of the vocation at hand,
yearning to generate new life as I
secure the future in her nurturing womb.

Oh what a Sacred Task this is -
flee not from its Calling!

Gingerly I grope among her tresses
anticipating the fruits of my labor -
regretfully I am not as careful as I ought be,
death and destruction all around,
earthworms who were once one, are now two,
never to be whole again - and yet, look! For
in worship and dedication to Earth Mother,
new life - Resurrection! - as they
go upon their now separate merry ways.


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Prompt - The Joys of Gardening
Format - Free verse (which means anything goes)
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