Spring Clean-Up

There’s something about the feel

of damp earth between my fingers—

the smell of newly turned soil,

rich… dark…awaiting first touch.

There’s joy in that first sighting

of  earthworms—exposed…scrambling...

anxiously returning to their hiding places—

that speaks to the continuity of life

after the long and barren winter.

There’s an escape that calls on the wind

blowing on this overcast day

perfumed with the promise of rain.

I continue my annual ritual—

raking…weeding…mulching…

finding peace in the solitude;

contentment in the silence—

lost inside season’s change.

© Ginny Brannan 2014