Did you fly invisible
through the night air?
Or did you rise
head first
through the damp dark grass?
Sister Earth calls
leaf-whispering cries
fill the night.
Plant me, plow me
fill me with life.
She bursts forth in colors, inspiring
purples, pinks, yellows in hues
and flowers, petal-soft, open
in their own inimitable time
before the ripening juicy sweetness
of fruits hang heavy then thud drop
or are plucked greedily off the branch
and long before abandoned fruits fall
apart, wormed and disintegrating,
skin split and seeds spread to their
windy flight and earthy home-
coming and the long hibernating
journey through the cold dark of winter.
