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
Ah yes the little workers taken for granted, workibg the soil so sprig leaf and blossom may appear
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Much🕊love
I love dew as pillow for the lonely heads....and seeing life from the viewpoint of the wee ones on the ground.
ReplyDeleteSweetness indeed, in this gentle, fanciful-yet-realistic observation.
ReplyDeletefavor the ground with snug memories
ReplyDeleteof constant birthing.... that's lovely!
Aha, constant birthing & sweetness all over; that's Spring. Beautifully captivated.
ReplyDeleteLove your beautiful poem
ReplyDelete"dew, a pillow for the lonely" and "with snug memories
of constant birthing" absolute gems
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,
ReplyDeleteI saw it yesterday and it was, indeed, sweet!
ReplyDeleteAlways a delight in the springtime.
ReplyDeleteNice to find earthworms in a pretty spring poem!
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