Dirt - A Poem

When all else is wrong
There’s the dirt
and the birds making nests
and the wind in the trees.

There’s the long sigh of winter
into the breath of Spring
there’s the early bloom of tulips
showing us that all things are possible,
even when the ground is frozen still…

When there’s not much to look forward to
There are the Seasons
reminding us that our lives happen that way too
Hibernation forcing us to dive deep into ourselves
and Summer’s sun teaching that it’s not just alone that we flourish
that the same way trees in the forest nourish each other
we cannot thrive alone in our darkness
we need the the rhythms of the Earth
our veins pulsing, water flowing downstream

What is to be alive that we are living?
Turn to the dirt
There is Hope buried
ready to bloom when we’re ready