This night a wildish symphony
bold crickets' rubs and frogs.
Some I misname or not name at all
and some I cannot hear.
Air decadent, moist, sweet delicate warm
permeates me..... incessantly.

What breathing, changing boundary holds and defines me?
None Now

I am beckoned and welcomed by All
so
Come Morning I shall dig.
I will kneel in hungry gratitude
for opening of Earth
Plant myself deep as I can
while tending Iris, Lily, Rose.
I am here now !

until all freezes no color will grow
no blooms no creatures here flying
Then what does it matter I'd just as soon Spirit
is welcome to sweep me away.

But I've gone too far now.
Come back to this moment
with sun warming morning
when
**I  Shall   with  Deep  Reverence   Dig.