Exercise in the Winter Month
The small field of my garden,
fallow for the winter
under a bed of straw,
turned twice by my spade,
winced and crumbled.
The horse manure part of the plan
for this season’s growth.
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Nice. I particularly enjoy the line “winced and crumbled.”
You took me right to that garden – manure and all! Thanks for sharing.
You don’t often see horse manure in a poem. A fresh smell so to speak
Lovely to read your poems again. I can’t wait for your upcoming book, Melva!
Thanks, All! Thanks, Karen. xo
Always good to read your words.