A Calling: Poetry for Thursday

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Deep inside

I hear a calling

When the hostas unfurl

Green leaves color the trees

 I am drawn like a moth to a flame

Drawn to the dirt

Digging into the earth

Preparing

Moving plants

Sowing seeds

Planting perennials

Planning gardens

Dreaming of a labyrinth

All it takes is spring green

A sunny day

And I am off

So, if you try to call

I will be outside

Like generations before me

I learned

From my father, my grandfather, my grandmothers

To touch the earth

Is to touch life

Sacred moments

                     in the mountains