Carrots, Onions, and Peas… oh my.

Dirt caked fingers, soil smudge into my palms

Stray bits of wood in finger loosened soil
Onions and carrots yesterday
Peas, radishes, spinach today
Tomorrow,
Rain.
Crocus peek out from the corners,
Stand tall in the lawn,
Marking the graves of dandelion tap roots.
Purple, cream, bright golden yellow,
Strays.
Oh bounty, come grace my garden,
That hides from snow and wind.
Oh God, help feed my family,
With gifts from your creation.
Not ownership,
Stewardship.