Soil of the Soul

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/soil/

In my garden’s soil,

Flowers, fruit and herbs brighten:

Rainbow-coloured hope.

In soul’s wounded soil,

Fear’s grey ash receives love’s seeds:

Healing spreads deep roots.

 

Soil soaks up my tears,

Sun triggers magical growth:

Plants thrive, give delight.

 

When I, too, am culled.

Winter-thin branches cut down:

Soil will pack the wound.

 

Now, alive, fingers thrive

In dark, worm-glistening soil:

I plant my heart deep.