Tucked  between the spans of rain
and the subtle give of spring,
where morning’s chill yields sooner
and evening’s chill comes later,
I find I can imagine ease,
where needed tasks make room for each other,
and we can grow abundance,
and manage it,
and bring the blessings in
and share them fully  –
seeds can bring forth a hundredfold,
and as we learn their rhythms,
maybe we can, too.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2023