April 2020
Robbi Nester
rknester@gmail.com
rknester@gmail.com
Bio Note: I live and write in Southern California. Like
other Americans at the moment, I spend a lot of time thinking about how we as
a country and as a species are going to survive the mess we've made.
After Winter: Farm Road, Lancaster County, by Robert Rhodes
Twenty-seven seeds sleep in the frozen ground,
the grass shielding them shorn to yellow stubble.
From the pane, the fields seem sere and still,
but I remind myself of what I cannot see:
If I took a spade this moment to the cold earth,
steam would rise from the depths where roots
and tubers chart their path through darkness,
and everything waits to emerge into the warm light.
©2020 Robbi Nester
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