Thank You

Most fragrant earth,
touched by dew
and
driven by
the summer rain;
The seeds
strewn amidst the flowers
compete;
The quietly emerging
veggies,
nudging each other across
tangled branches
some
weighing themselves down
waiting to be plucked

They
may not be
as
artistic
or
pretty,
as her flowers
that adorn
the family table;
But there is
the beauty
of affection,
all mixed into
casserole
and they preen
in pride,as
the little granddaughter
lifts the lid
and says
"Grandma, Umm,
smells good."

To think Ugich -- who lives in Inda - wrote this poem for me. Me - One Woman who has returned to her homeplace in the woods in Tennesee. One Woman - who writes, gardens, reads, meditates and prays - and has found peace in her 3 score and 10 years. She makes my heart smile!!

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