Spring Planting

Spring Planting

James Hannon

Ground must be plowed
for the seed to be sown
but the turf cries out
with a painful moan
against this inversion
of all it has known.

Why here, why us?
The grasses cry.
What have we done
that we must die?

Ah, my friends, you’ll see,
I can swear by God
It’s your soil that counts
even more than your sod.
New life more splendid
than familiar grass,
sweet fruit and bright flowers
will bloom at last.
Not without effort
and not without pain,
but the harvest will bring
inconceivable gain.

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James Hannon
Poet & Psychotherapist

Photography by Jonathan Kopf