My knees are now soggy with dew,
knotted with the pressure of
of this winter-weary Earth.
I still remember the planting,
the tight bulbs as compact as a fist,
digging our fingers deep into soil,
laughing at dirty fingernails and
the possibilities of hope.
Then came the waiting,
the long-forgotten Spring,
awash in all of its surprises,
and then the rising,
a reminder of all our promises,
--Kevin Hodgson, for GloPoWriMo 2017