gardening

hands, stained
with the dark heartbeat
of the Earth,
work in cool dirt 
pulsing with life;

roots - thick and thin -
run in intricate networks,

below the surface
there is so much more

Gardens

hands in the dirt,
you have lost yourself
amidst the green stems
and leaves browned by the summer sun;

you glow;
it comes from within -
your spirit nurtured 
by the earth -

you ask if it's okay,
please understand:
you don't need permission,
to feel good