Digging deep                                                                                                                                                          

She feels the weeds                                                                                                                                                   

Prying and pulling                                                                                                                                                       

With dirt under nails

Making pain


She works

Prying and pulling



She works with care

Lest she damage


New green shoots



Gone-by plants

She pulls both

While stepping around


New green growth

Feeling their life

In both her heart and soul


She can see

In minds eye


She knows will come

On the plane of time


Reaching gently

To a tall perennial

She plucks a blossom

To her face


Inhaling deeply

She fills her lungs

With present

And future past



Such a wonderful smell

She opens

Both her heart and soul


Light on her face

Now old and new

Brings a smile


With perfect balance


She bathes and rests

In color laden fragrances

Of mature blossoms

And new green sprouts


The sun shifts

The moon peeks

Looking over

Mountain rim


The sun winks

Says goodnight


Seasons turn

Her smile tightens


She sees and starts

Plunging fingers

Through soil black


Digging deep she

Pulls new weeds


She works with care

Lest she damage

Tender new shoots