From a weekend word challenge:


We dig through the mulch, the topsoil, the clay

Dreaming in fields of vibrant foliage

Yet all we see are worms and rocks

In their own tones of dirt and roots


We plant, cover and water

Waiting for the seeds to die and rebirth

Something in ourselves, our passion, our love

Amazed that a dull seed can become so beautiful


We wait, and we must wait longer

Impatience brings death, so we keep dreaming


© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

One thought on “Gardening

  1. Cute! 🙂 I wish I could garden. Maybe one day, but for now, my father is the gardener in the family. 🙂

    And I just wanted to say hey. We met on the forums and I’ve been reading your blogs. I’ve poetry in mind too, but right now it’s prose, blogging for therapy. 😉 I draw in my hardback journal though. 🙂
    Have a sunny Sunday! 🙂


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