Have you heard the plastic pull as knife slides across bag of black earth?

Have you felt the beginnings of warmth as mater clings to fingerprints and stains nails dark?

The dirt is chill. Yet the warmth flows, packed in pots of hope.

Have you listened to the rustle of paper release seeds from captivity?

Smallness containing miraculous promise.

Snow may linger, but add a pane of glass to a sun of spring and greenhouses blossom in earliest spring.

It makes my heart ring.
Simple actions reminding, surrounded by soils grounding scent.



Mary Grace van der Kroef is a poet, writer, and artist from the Niagara Region of Ontario, Canada. She loves the simple things in life and writes to encourage and uplift. Her writing can be followed at www.marygracewriting.ca