The dung twig sprouts
and the spotted Owl sings.
There is joy to be had
in old beginnings.
Tag: Plant Law
Dig
Seven crows, seven poles
digging in an open hole.
Into the red mud,
down through
the centuries recounting.
This is my final turn
to begin again.
Drenched in the red
of this sweet Earth.
A new life planted in the dirt.
Seven rows for seven new souls,
the last of the firsts.
