Putting In The Seed

You come to fetch me from my work to-night

When supper’s on the table, we’ll see

If I can leave off burying the white

Soft petals fell from the apple tree.

(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren and quiet,

Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)

And go along with you ere you lose sight

Of what you came for and become like me,

Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.

How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed

On through the watching for that early birth

When, just as the soil tarnishes with weeds,

The sturdy seedling with an arched body comes

Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.