In Need of a Garden

The Earth spoke of a need,

a need matching my own, these summer days;

so we planted a garden, together

coaxing from the once fallow ground

nutrients, sustenance, churning up

its rocky soil and mixing in, adding to,

to lay down a bed for the plants

and bulbs I’d bought, carefully chosen,

nursing them at Earth’s breast

in rain and sunshine

to grow and bloom, blossoming

into a garden and meeting our need,

a need we shared, the Earth and I.