gardening with grace 

tredding through mud– 

trusting flowers will grow–

yes, they come and go but 

o’ the days when petals 

and poppies adorned me– 

can you recall days 

when cold winds cracked your soil? 

can you feel the crisp, or have you 

forgotten your answered prayer list? 

Spirit and Wind are the same. 

who can limit God’s name?

or tears of sorrow? or wanting gain? 

i’ve circled the yard wanting 

dad’s love, validation–

talking to the seeds. replanting. replanting. replanting. 

no budding–

because what grows in the winter 

grows below the soil– while you wait, 

hibernate in acceptance, 

and  just allow the sun to defrost 

bitterness and dry up Spring’s showers. 

After a while, we’ll admire your 

home-grown bouquet, burning bright.