Sunday, February 23, 2014

all things leave now

All things leave now.
Once they came bubbling
Like children over a soccer ball
With whoops of joy
And skinned knees invoking tears.

But the wounds have healed now,
The harvest is in,
And it's time to go home.

1 comment:

  1. The days are lengthening, Adam. There will be new gardens ... and another harvest. Stay tuned.