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
a gift to the cats who stalk them
in the jungles of spent tomatoes
and browned squash
captured,
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
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
Ahhh, fertile soil and the hope of tomorrow.. Great imagery here, Audrey xx
ReplyDeleteI don't know what else to say to you. I've run out of superlatives!
ReplyDeleteYour words weave wonder into hope
ReplyDeleteStriking work and strong ending. I love "there is no tomorrow without fertile soil."
ReplyDeleteWonderful. 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.
ReplyDeleteA tribute to a beautiful and colorful season ~ Lovely writing Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteI like the colors you weave into the tapestry of your garden. This was my 53rd birthday. :)
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