Ancestral Recall
Working the garden, the
moist soil warmed by the sun
-- its winter mulch of
kitchen compost sends up
the aroma of seasonal
promise. From its depths
the humid richness has bred
all the unseen creatures that
thrive in a micro-world all
their own. Above ground a
treasury of botany thrusts
and thrives, rewarding the
sensual needs of the gardener
wholly invested in the conceit
that it is their planning and
countless hours of
manipulating resources
lifted from nature that gives
reason to jubilantly claim
mastery over the soil and
its creatures, to create the
stunning natural display of
sublimely natural landscape.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Ancestral Recall
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Poetry
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