compost
simmers under eggshell
‘longside rotted grape
backyard burner steams last harvest offal
while spring solstice waits
and holds her rune stone secrets
the earth cooks for Nehemiah's plate
bulge'n with ripe promise
full abundance is the premise
light begins in darkness
life escapes the abyss
nature cleans the slate
what was is now again
witless seed stirs within
without plan it's growth begins
a greater will than need or want
guides it's peculiar path
to leaf… to bloom… to ripened flesh
and back to dark again
compost
from birth morn howl
to death's night breath
we face our time of rest
with heartfelt peace and promise
the race is not to reach the end
but, rather , the begin’n
©Naomi Marshall 2019
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Farm Daze
HumorFarm'n isn't for everybody, but I'm lucky enough to be born into it, and I have a sneak'n suspicion that folks'd be a lot happier if all of us could play in the dirt with God. So this collection will be bout dirt and the stuff that happens cause of...
