Of the Earth

My boots fill up with daisies
as I walk the fields, tending trees,
my hands pick up the smell
of dock and tansy from my weeding,
they don't look very clean as I offer
handfuls of blueberries I picked

I reflect that, growing up in suburbia,
I never touched the dirtiness required
to tend the whole circle of life.
Now I am learning more
about being of the earth.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2020