Organic.

Standard

“My First Fifty”

Crumbling soft matter,

rich food for the life emerging, my hands

tingle with ancient energy

as roots break and new

growth commences.

Fragile plants gingerly awaken

with souls weakened but eager to grow,

triggering their impending

struggle to survive.

Breathing magic softly, I

give eternal thanks

for the awaited harvest.

 

Image

Photo based off of Soil In Hand, CC-BY-NC 2.0

 

 

 

Advertisements

About claireaudient

North Carolina girl, born and raised, though now I consider Vermont to be home as well. I guess you could say I'm a migrant gypsy farmer, if you were prone to saying such things. I've played the whole society game; I've been to three different colleges, have an Associate's Degree (in Liberal Studies, or something like that), and have worked more restaurant jobs than I care to admit. Through a curious series of events, however, I've formed a different perspective on what life means to me. Instead of slaving away at a job I hate to eke out a mediocre life staring at a shiny screen, I'm living out my dream to travel while learning organic farming and sustainability practices. It's not always easy, but leaving the comforts of routine to experience the wonders of the universe was a choice I will never regret. <3

2 responses »

  1. Pingback: My Second Ever “Fifty”! | The Hempstead Man

  2. Pingback: The meeting. (Fifty Challenge) | chey being

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s