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The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.
The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.
The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
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4 Comments
Wow! Beautiful. How lucky to live amongst all this fecundity. Thank you Annabel.
We are so very blessed. Thank YOU, darling! xoxoxo
These photos bring back lovely memories of a recent Zambian winter : ) But I do hope your forms aren’t quite so worn and the kind earth will be leaving you alone for a bit…
🙂 … thank you for your lovely comment, Cynthia. I’m counting the days when you can witness this parched, not-so-giving earth and what it STILL brings forth in the baking heat of October!
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