Tillers of the Soil

They come

They come 

Dancing through the meadow 

Covered with seeds of possibilities,

Spanish Needles, beggars ticks, Carolina Geraniums,

And all the splurges,

Purslane delicacies drape across silky fur,

Goose grass also called cleavers

And Chickweed

And then they dig

Deep into soft sandy loam

Leaving scatterings of weed pods 

As they seek..

What?

Frogs? Moles? The simple joy of the Earth?

We sow far more than we reap,

Let us be aware,

We are all tillers of the soil.

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About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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