There is new ground here
Created from the spoiling of what has fallen before
Spoiled, rotted, left to seep back into the ground
To create fertile earth for new life.

The old fell to the earth
Crashed and burned in some cases.
But the ash mixed with what just died,
and a few fertile inches were born
Of the transformed energy.

The landscape glows again.
The life on it thrives
From the life given by the dying of the old.
The cycle of life.
Also, the cycle of love.
Rebirth has begun here,
In my life, in my heart, and in my gardens.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images