Gone To Ground

  All my seeds have gone to Ground.

the mulch and ash from the

Fire

has made the earth rich.

the moon has tilled and pulled for days

the heavenly orb has bathed her husks in light.

I am the wind that winds freely on the field

loving the unfurling that has already begun

tending to the open space so shoots have room to grow

And she, the gentle farm-hand is moved by Grace at ease.

And Love, it's splendor ripened, quakes

to bring the Spring.

 

© 2012 Sunni Chapman