Spring Garden
g.marselle
3.26.2022
I root and dig for bone, shell,
and radishes.
I find potatoes and worms.
The peppermint is sprouting.
Its green, creeping stolons
are stark against desert dirt.
My dogs dig.
They find little treasures.
A bird’s beak,
a steak bone.
It’s like a witches brew
instead of a spring garden.
Still, I dig
allowing the cool earth
to slip like blood
between my fingers.
The spring air is unseasonably warm
and hope travels
as songbirds whistle,
as ants wonder in and around the mint.
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gina marselle
Gina Marselle resides in New Mexico with her family. She is a teacher, poet, and photographer. She owns a rescue horse, dog, and currently is training her own service dog to help her with her disabilities. She has published a number of poems and photographs in many local anthologies and has a full length published book titled, A Fire of Prayer: A Collection of Poetry and Photography (Swimming with Elephants Publications, 2015). You can purchase her book online from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Prayer-Collection-Poetry-Photography/dp/0692360247
Follow her on social media on Instagram @musings_by_gina.
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