Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Marsh

For years, summer storms
enable nothing grassy
growth along the slope
in my backyard,
Sand losses
lead to muddy Marsh
at the bottom
of the lawn,
scars of broken earth
stand as wrinkles
of an old man's forehead,
until one day,
He and I added
buckets of soil
to fix it,
with a net validating
the smoothed edges,
green grass
finds home
with joy,
hopeful dreams
revive, leaving
behind the dead Marsh
that used to
give hush sighs.