Gardeners’ World

I am policed by an under-nourished robin

a skinny little fellow, bold enough

to accept the worms I throw his way

as I sift and riddle the soil for a new raised bed.

Taking necessary ease, I consider the chaos

of encroaching roots, vibrant hidden veins

I uncover with a hoe,

hell bent on making this a trial.

There’s a comforting balm from the earth,

a rich satisfying unction on my fingers

announcing yet another season,

of expectation, satisfaction, wonder, faith

in how wonderful this world can be.

Published by grahamrsherwood