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.
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