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Summer’s End

I tug the paper-thin blanket snuggly around me, inhaling dawn’s air, as crisp and brilliant as the orange carrots, as the fresh and green leafy spinach received yesterday from my CSA. Though the calendar reads August, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was autumn already. The truth is that here in Colorado fall will start teasing us more and more, regardless of what the date is. Read more

The Hope of Dirt

The shovel is my brother,

a good companion

as we play together

in the dirt…


and I am bigger

for hoping—

as I dig,

as I turn soil

upside down,

and a few worms, too.


I imagine

the tiny roots

climbing low, low, low,

while tiny shoots

climb high.


Sunday’s sunny.

Thursday’s rainy.


And, in spite of

the July fourth storm,

all red rumbling, blue bruising, and hailstone white,

the beauty

pulls through,

with small bursts of bright passion.


At first,

silent and small

as a hummingbird hovering,

the shoots poke up their green heads,

then, choose to linger a while.


My garden,

solid goodness,

feeds me in hope,

as pure as snow.


Lane Arnold

© June 7, 2012