It’s rebirth season in the soil.
Fingers work between roots.
Wild purple weeds must make way for early strawberries.
Worms, beetles, and spiders labor alongside me.
We dig and clear.
Bees and wasps hang dowsy in the air.
We are all in the dirt, born of the dirt, growing in God’s dirt.
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