Mining for Inspiration

Pulling plants from a cerebral shore,
I pound roots into a murky mess
sinking to the bottom 
of a shallow pan of pathos.
Swinging the silt in a sacred spiral,
I clear the water 
and wait-- hoping 
to find some semblance of gold.

Inspired by Monday Musings: August 11, 2014 -- Image Prompt

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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.