Gifts From Small Gods

small gods
strew yellows and pinks
onto dew from liquid palattes,
a gift to the cats who stalk them
in the jungles of spent tomatoes
and browned squash

i sit awash in morning's gifts
gathering courage
from waxen images
torn open
spilling seed

colors run together
until all i can see is brown
and I am reminded that
there is no tomorrow
without fertile soil.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016


  1. Ahhh, fertile soil and the hope of tomorrow.. Great imagery here, Audrey xx

  2. Your words weave wonder into hope

  3. Striking work and strong ending. I love "there is no tomorrow without fertile soil."

  4. Wonderful. Enjoyed this. When I read the words fertile soil I could imagine the scent of the earth as the sun starts warming it in spring.

  5. A tribute to a beautiful and colorful season ~ Lovely writing Audrey ~

  6. I like the colors you weave into the tapestry of your garden. This was my 53rd birthday. :)


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