by Renita Boyle ~ Day 5 napowrimo2014 Posted in seasons
‘. . . life awaits the turning of earth.’ ~ Hal Borland
Winter lay deep and long in the garden
But now the shed invites,
flings open the door on rusty hinges
and hails spring.
It is a small journey up the path~
a change of season,
a change of heart.
A blackbird sings on the fork.
Come, turn the earth.