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