Thursday, March 13, 2014

Humus




Forsythia in March


It’s March, unpredictable March.
Still bundled in our woolens,
the temperature plummets to freezing.
But today, here beside the bold creek,
the earth is burgeoning, bursting,
redolent with the rich smell of humus.
Dear Mother, our Gaia,
what will You give us this time, this year?
The earth seems to be expanding,
a yeast bread under my feet,
pregnant with possibility,
full of the unknown.
Anything can come of this!
Inhale deeply, and wait,
for She has much hidden in Her store.

Annelinde Metzner

March 15, 2013





Quince in March





Rhododendron, Nature's thermometers, beginning to open









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  1. Annelinde MetznerMarch 13, 2014 at 5:29 PM

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  2. Yes indeed, "Anything can come of this!" Thank you for reminding me Annelinde Metzner!

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