Renewal
To
take
such joy
in planting
must be in the blood.
How else explain the need to knead
fragile seedlings into dirt mounds in hope of harvest?
It must be hard to lose someone in spring, she'd said, when everything is green and growing.
Sorrow's gift is to reveal the peace in ritual.
Now every year this planting is
a remembering.
Memories
growing
green,
here.
