Dark earth

I released twilight wildflower seeds,
tiny, tiny, white,  
speckled
into the blackest brown soil,
damp and winter-devoid of life.

My hands were dark earth
from the stirring as I sat back
on my heels. The seeds were not yet
broken -
And they had become the night sky.


C. LJ Ireton 2024

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