Dew Tales

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there is a sweetness in April mornings
dew, a pillow for the lonely
their heads tilting back to touch the
softened earth left behind by earthworms
who favor the ground with snug memories
of constant birthing


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2019

Posted for Poets United



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  1. Ah yes the little workers taken for granted, workibg the soil so sprig leaf and blossom may appear

    Nice

    Muchđź•Šlove

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  2. I love dew as pillow for the lonely heads....and seeing life from the viewpoint of the wee ones on the ground.

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  3. Sweetness indeed, in this gentle, fanciful-yet-realistic observation.

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  4. favor the ground with snug memories
    of constant birthing.... that's lovely!

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  5. Aha, constant birthing & sweetness all over; that's Spring. Beautifully captivated.

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  6. Love your beautiful poem
    "dew, a pillow for the lonely" and "with snug memories
    of constant birthing" absolute gems

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  7. Yes thanks to worms they aerate the soil and add a bit of fertilizer as the burrow around. I often think how well the Earth , seas and all its living creatures and flora would manage without us,

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  8. Always a delight in the springtime.

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  9. Nice to find earthworms in a pretty spring poem!

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