Furrows and Mounds

Furrows and mounds
of linensoft soil
surround my love

the gentlest of hands
plowed this earth
and tilled it

removed each rock
broke apart clay
smoothed and sculpted

then planted me,
a seed, a row
a row, a row

and willed the sun
to warm where
he could not

asked the rain
to send the kiss
he could not give

white roots
new green shoots
work free the ground

reaching forward
pulling upward
unfurling outward

so tended
there is blooming
and in color I riot

tendrils
coil around
everything they reach

wanting to bring
him all the joy
the soil can hold

all the joy
he can hold
in dirt stained palm