Planting Time

fresh herbs

the land is mudbrown

gullied out as winter rains

uproot the yellow grass.

winds call to branches, to briars,

singing in a minor key.


but just over there–

rosemary bends;

lavender extends her bare arms

to the motley sky.

soiled turned.

weeds evicted.

we wait for planting time


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