Spring Rain

I wake with swollen hands
and sore shoulders.
The compost pile,
full of weeds and overgrowth, sits
like a bloated Buddha laughing
at my unfit frame.
Last night
the clouds cried at the loss of life but
the Earth released
a fragrance of gratitude
and waits, prepared
for another season of abundance.


Eva Trillian said...

My imagination paints vivid pictures with your words!

Lettie said...

You make me smile Eva. Enjoy the day! :)

Anonymous said...

Love the images of this poem, very beautiful Lettie. The new season is knocking at the door. Enjoy the day!


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