I have a brief poem to share by Saskatchewan poet Lorna Crozier. I really enjoy her poetry, always current and since she is from my home province I can always find something slightly nostalgic, too.
The Spring is here and things begin to grow...
In Moonlight
Something moves
just beyond the mind's
clumsy fingers.
It has to do with seeds.
The earth's insomnia.
The garden going on
without us
needing no one
to watch it
not even the moon.
Lorna Crozier
I love it! How apropos for the time of year. :)
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