Friday 21 February 2014

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Warm summer mornings
Cool soil between my fingers as I dig,
Plunging my trowel in the earth moistened by dew
Seedlings reaching for the sunshine
Such pleasure

A sense of peace descends
As I pluck the invaders, those unwelcome plants
I bask in the warmth of the sun

Cool days of autumn are in the distance when I will reap what I have sown.

by Myrna Matheson
Words In Motion 2014

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