Garden and Heart

I did not take the time
  To prep the garden loam.
I did not take the time
  To give my plants good homes.

The soil is too sandy
  Organically bereft.
The soil is too sandy
  For plants to spring up yet.

Soil compacts harder
  With each passing rain.
Soil compacts harder
  Tender roots are left to strain.

I can try to build it better
  Mix the compost in the Spring.
I can try to build it better
  Help the plants avoid death's sting.

We pressed in seeds on knees together
  Hoping for a great bounty.
We pressed in seeds on knees together
  Hoping joy would set us free.

Sun and rain and earth do work
  Despite our poor laid plans
Sun and rain and earth do work
  Correcting errs of man.

Marigolds and vegetables
  Work against my bumbling hand.
Marigolds and vegetables
  Spring up healthy from the sand.

Will our love spring up, too?
  Our broken protocols.
Will our love spring up, too?
  Sprout from where it falls?

Can love be resilient?
  Is it a fragile thing?
Can love be resilient?
  Like seeds pressed in the spring.

In the fall I'll tell you
  If love and seeds grow.
In the fall I'll tell you
  All the things you wonder now.