They come
Dancing through the meadow
Covered with seeds of possibilities,
Spanish Needles, beggars ticks, Carolina Geraniums,
And all the splurges,
Purslane delicacies drape across silky fur,
Goose grass also called cleavers
And Chickweed
And then they dig
Deep into soft sandy loam
Leaving scatterings of weed pods
As they seek..
What?
Frogs? Moles? The simple joy of the Earth?
We sow far more than we reap,
Let us be aware,
We are all tillers of the soil.
Reverend Lizzie 