Poem #28

28th poem in the month of April.  The prompt…. “rivulet.”



The soil has

The most lovely smell.

Rich, dense, loamy.

I gently place

the tender leafed start

Into a nest of 
Loose earth,

Tuck it in well.

I Finish with

A sprinkle of water

That beads

And runs


Until slowly,

the fertile soil

Drinks in the

Water, giving

Off a faint


That smell

I love.

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