Poem #28

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

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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

Rivulets


Until slowly,
slowly,


the fertile soil


Drinks in the


Water, giving


Off a faint


Earthiness,


That smell


I love.

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