Earthed
Digging up the dandelions and dock leaves
my mind begins to clear of clutter
so that seeds of inspiration
can start to germinate,
then as I stand and stretch my back
to ease the aching, I notice
ideas like tiny shoots are sprouting
tender, green and full of promise:
some, probably the strongest,
are definitely weeds, but others
bear promise of that heady mix
of beauty and summer’s bounty.
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