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I live a life of mystery

says the golden vixen

sliding through waving grass,

feeding on the small and furry.

Crepuscular creature,

I am a secret heartbeat,

shadow mover, home unknown.


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Who named me bleeding heart?

I am the echo of the luna moth,

a winged flower with twisted tail.

Don’t link me to that sad sacrifice.

I can almost fly.


I stand in the mud and clay,

says the crone,

to which I will return.

The heart aligns with its eternal image.

As above, so below,

and I, in the middle,

heart rent open,

a conduit for grace.


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I’m in love with digging

The slice of the shovel blade

The crunch and rattle going down

I love how muscles lift and toss

Yellow-brown dirt, thick with clay

How the pile grows

Beside the hole

How the crisp wind swings branches

How white petals swirl

Land on my hat.

It’s deep enough, he says.

No, I say, and press the shovel hard

Wider and deeper

Fill the hole with rich dark soil chunks

From yellow bags

Break them soft and smooth

Set the lilac bush into the future.

Inhale, and plant hope.

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The Pleasures of the Garden

Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve inspected the places where we’ve planted.  And I’ve been wringing my hands, wondering “Was it too early for the flower seeds?  Did the frost do the bulbs in?  Did the birds eat the seeds?”

But today, at last, spikes from bulbs have emerged. 

Tiny first leaves from flower seeds appeared.  Zinnias!

The bushes are growing: forsythia, spirea, burning bush. 

The bleeding hearts are already blooming.

I dug a deep hole for the butterfly bush and struck water!  Was this an underground stream, or just the result of a day of pelting rain?  It didn’t seem wise to plant in several inches of water, so I filled in the hole and put the butterfly bush on the other side of the house.

The clematis finally appeared.  We put a cage around the lilac bush because someone was eating it. 

What a glorious spring we’re having!  Everything is so GREEN.  Next project: a fenced in vegetable garden.

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