Earth, oh what old secrets below you keep?
Beneath grit, where loam, the Gods secrete,
With no mind to the ancient ae´on’s shiftings,
Unaware of falling leaves, in breezes liftings.
With ear laid upon your grass-knolled breast,
I hear your sleeping seeds, at their winter rest,
New limbed roots, in their muddy stretching,
Bursting Forth, towards new spring, reaching.
Beneath dark rich soil & embraced by stones,
Sepia skulls converse, with crisp ancient bones,
With every dewdrop, upon crust, soft glistening,
The earth-life beneath us, lies silent & listening.