Fingers ease deep into the dark rich soil
Moist clumps break easily in my hands
Thank you endless winter rains
For softening my garden earth
Depositing bits of sand, mineral and grit
To support my tenuous seeds, stems, leaves
Providing a rooting place for what will grow
What needs to grow
What needs your stability and incubating space
To flourish, go deep and climb higher and higher.
Dark, rich soil, giver of life
Landing place of seeds
Foundation of growth
Foundation of my soul.