Love / A Gardening Poem

Love

i will become
that living soil
beloved flesh
of earth

bury me
where worms feed
scatter seed
i will take new form
in the deep embrace
of roots

grieve a moment
if you must
but then rejoice
we are all just
a part of this
one life

revel in golden light
sun warmed earth
the fragrance of
flowers
pollens mysterious delight

inhale these dear
molecules
these tender things
that my soul
and substance
have become

inhale
and I will be
with you
always

together
finally
at last
we will become
perfection
that living soil
the beloved
flesh of earth

until then
you will find me in the garden
precious seeds
near to hand

Copyright 2-3-06 6:00 AM Harvest McCampbell