This is my response to the visual writing prompt at Magpie Tales. You can read the responses of other writers at Magpie 35.
Compost
It is the season’s leavings
that root me to this spaded place —
bent twigs, loosed leaves,
the year’s used ends and endings
storm-swept in sheltered corners.
Barren fields and desert reaches
free the weed to tumble in its time,
but the clutter of the season’s leavings
frees the roots from hidden seeds
of other spaces, other times.
Wonderful. This reads so nicely aloud.
The best compost .. rich and full of life!
I really like this. Not a word wasted.
I like this a lot….especially the last tow lines. Lovely.
this does have a great cadence rolling off the tongue…very nice magpie.
the year’s used ends and endings
storm-swept in sheltered corners.
Autumn captured exactly in these words…
Such lovely leaves only to become the food of life for future seeds. The richness enhances the cycle.
Nicely done.
Lovely word usage here. Beautiful. Love and Light, Sender
love the beauty of life cycles..
lovely tale!
Beautiful – perfect ending lines.
So true and wonderfully spoken. 🙂
What a lovely pile of wonderful words!
harvest gold…not the color but the beauty within these words
Invite you to try the prompts at Writer’s Island…
Lovely praise of Earth’s recycling program.
Just beautiful words! 🙂