NaPoWriMo: Day 14

Tending

Swathes of verdant green
The rich brown-earth smell of soil
Turned by practiced hands

How my mother stooped
Spade and trowel at the ready
Knees stained from damp earth

How she held the bulbs
(mother affirming mother)
Reverent as a prayer

And the way she pulled
Fragrant soil around them
Gathered like family

We’d watch mid-day skies
For the tell-tall darkening
Harkening the rain

How my mother stood
Silhouetted in the door
Watching as it fell


Day Fourteen Prompt:  I believe it was about theft??  Off-prompt, either way.  I have semi-sub-consciously (and now consciously) written most of my poems this month in haiku stanzas, which works well for the time constraints I’m under, but also I’m considering keeping it up, with more care and consideration, once the challenge is officially over.

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