Putting In The Seed

You come to fetch me from my work to-night

  When supper's on the table, and we'll see

  If I can leave off burying the white

  Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.

  (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,

  Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea

  And go along with you ere you lose sight

  Of what you came for and become like me,

  Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.

  How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed

  On through the watching for that early birth

  When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,

  The sturdy seedling with arched body comes

  Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

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