Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘Gardening’

.

She burrows under

leaves and twigs

slides past thorn

and nettle

chews through

her own roots

to mate with worms

where the soil is dark

and sweet.

Earth fills her ears

with lullabies

and she sleeps

sealed

in tomorrow’s rose.

 .

(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

.

(a re-post)

 

Read Full Post »

.

She searches for a pulsetree-in-hand

her fingers kneading earth

beneath rocks and stones

to reach the heart of Gaia.

There she rides the quake

of nature’s first womb

lifting her face

to catch the genesis

of sun and rain

wind

and moon

till seedlings birth

their promises.

Labor replete

she bows her head

and the gods kiss the dirt

beneath her nails.

.

(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

.

(a re-post)

.

Photo originally used with permission of Jason in 2012 at  http://loveuniversallove.wordpress.com/

Read Full Post »

.

I wonder, elfin tree,

does your sap long to rise?

Do your cells expand

although your limbs

are harshly thwarted

every time they try to spread?

When your roots

run into walls

do they cry

at their containment?

Does it jar you

every time

you feel the cut?

And if someday I plant you

in the garden, in the sun

will you remember

to remember

how to grow?

.

(c) 2002, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

Read Full Post »

.

She searches for a pulse

her fingers knead the earth

overturning stones

to reach the heart of Gaia

and there she rides the quake

of nature’s womb

lifting her face

to catch the genesis

of sun and rain

and wind

and moon

till seedlings birth

their promises.

Labor replete

she bows her head

as the gods

kiss the dirt

beneath her nails.

.

(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

.

(Photo used with permission of Jason, at  http://loveuniversallove.wordpress.com/

Read Full Post »

Compost

Compost

.

I burrow beneath leaves and branches,

slide past thorns and nettles,

chew through my own roots

to mate with worms

where the soil is sweet

and dark.

Earth plugs my ears

with hot lullabies

and I sleep

sealed in tomorrow’s rose.

~ (c) 1992

Read Full Post »

%d bloggers like this: