poem // originally posted on Instagram, July 22, 2022
let the season
speak
her best and worst
deep
into the soul of you
let her storms
surge
let her drought
twist
every last drop
out of the reservoir of you
let her garden gloves
dig
up the old roots
let your earth
ache
with the emptiness
she leaves behind
let the time
pass
and know
every good thing
grows
from patient
tillage
which to the soil
feels like
pain