Late afternoon

Sunlight falling gently
on my ivory coverlet
Stirring the dust motes into action
helping me to forget

The stillness broken only
But the persistent little sound
Of a young voice calling to me
Asking for a moment to be crowned

Planting right

Stuck, not knowing what to do
Fully wishing, I new how things grew
Thought I was doing the right thing
But it's been a very hot spring
Now it's back to square one
As everything seems undone