New Beginnings

Dawn calls.

Barefoot I am drawn

from bedroom through kitchen

out into a dew-filled

morning.

Drawn by a voice unknown

I kneel where grass meets

garden.

Scooping a handful of dirt,

I sniff its pungent life

Tasting sweetness.

A single sunbeam pierces

early morning clouds.

Arms raised,

I offer this handful

of soil

to the day.

Within my soil-filled hands,

rests

 a newly sprouted seed.