Up Here with You

Winter is when the worms make soil
from the piled-up trash of overabundant summer
so the sleepers awakening in spring
find their feet buried in rich black dirt.
It's cold up here on the Alameda Ridge
facing north with our backs to the sun.
Everything that lives here has deep roots
that grow year-round in the dark.

God gave us winter in a dishevelled yard
where you can hear the love songs of earthworms
underground in the quiet season
when everything above earth looks dead.
We didn't come here to have it easy, love
we came up here to grow strong.

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