On Gardens

My garden taught me

how to nurture things

and watch them grow,

how roots need soft, loose soil

as, inch by inch, I carefully tend

all the seeds I sow.

With Mother Earth's garden,

we have been less than kind.

Now from our disconnected dream,

(and all our barren spirits lack),

we're waking up to find

a nightmare of floods and fire,

too late, too late

to repair the harm

and get our garden back.

for Sarah at earthweal, where we are contemplating LAMMAS, the harvesting of grain and making it into bread. We have not tended Mother Earth's garden well, and are harvesting some painful consequences. Out of this, I do still hope humanity will rise to what is required of us.