gardening, JANEisnotplain

down on one knee i

pull up handfuls of
wet grass. i push
it and squeeze it be
-tween my fingers
in the hope that a
surprise will emerge

perhaps a secret from
a colorful cosmos now
buried deep beneath
my feet pleading to be
set free to find the sun-
shine and the spring

down on one knee i
am telling myself that
it’s a rather slippery
slope this searching
sort of thing but i dig
on through the winter
scars toward a fragile
newness.

"Worm Wars: Attack #2", Jim Fuess
http://www.jimfuessart.com/