Have you heard the plastic pull as knife slides across bag of black earth?
Have you felt the beginnings of warmth as matter clings to fingerprints and stains nails dark?
The dirt is chill. Yet the warmth flows, packed in pots of hope.
Have you listened to the rustle of paper release seeds from captivity?
Smallness containing miraculous promise.
Snow may linger, but add a pane of glass to a sun of spring and greenhouses blossom in
earliest spring.
It makes my heart ring.
Simple actions reminding, surrounded by soil’s grounding scent.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
‘Pots of Hope‘ was originally published by Dwelling Literary in the GREENHOUSE Issue. Page 22.
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Mary Grace Writing 
Spring brings life to cold bones
Warms us from inside out
Extra hour of daylight embraces us
And the song of the whippoorwill assures we aren’t alone.
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