the great wheel of growth
on my knees, praying that great prayer of creation,
i turn dark, dank soil, inhale earth’s sweet-pungent scent,
pluck spent blooms to make way for new growth
and wrestle weeds.
around me, colors explode—buds unfurl.
a lady bug emerges from the depths of a peony
while bees delight, dance with lavender.
there it is (in the sacred sanctuary of my garden)
that peace enfolds me.
The title is a line in Mary Oliver’s Poem “Stanley Kunitz” published in “Dream Work,” 1986.
Shared today with dVerse Poetics. Today’s prompt is to write about our daily life. Since returning from the desert, I’ve been spending much time in my garden–hard, but fulfilling work.