day 2189

 

day 2189

in the clear water,

a white-yellow plume as dirt

mixes in the stream

 

day 1881

day 1881
again, beneath feet –
the dirt, dried by bright sunlight
scraping ‘gainst my soles

day 1857/day 1856

day 1856
I watched metal tines
dig, spin and turn the soil up
as Dad rotatilled

 

day 1857
my bulletin board:
“The Thirteen Virtues”, photos,
and good reminders

day 1822

day 1822
with trowel in hand,
I dug in the pile of dirt
looking for earth-worms