BETWEEN- fragments on perennial interims...

under the sun
in sunshine
under blue sky
surrounded as if by snow beach
I sat warm

my face burning now
from reflections of warm and light
and cold and wind and sun
still playing a winter theme

put some plastic on top of snow:
want to put out clover seed
onto that ground covered with snow
frozen sand deeply frozen sand
so hungry for some organic stuff

snow will melt and water will go away
and nothing will be left for my vegetables

no mulch to keep that moisture here
no worms to do their digging for me

I am what the garden one day will give me
but I will have to give my thoughts to it first
now and forever

Posted by Andreas at 05:50 PM | Permalink

we -me and nature- have entered now
the ten hours of sunshine
that gives plants - lovers of light and moonshine-
light and more light
with every day coming
and more to come

that I have to help the soil here
-and its life within-
to come to life too and stay alive...

but snow and cold somehow cover up
are in balance and neither giving in yet

that greenhouse -I call it that-
to the East, the morning sunshine is waiting...
waiting for me

yes, everything here is new
a new beginning for me

...never in tune with language
only in touch with nature

Posted by Andreas at 10:00 AM | Permalink