Crusty disheveled solitary soul clothed in days-old sweat and soil Tanned careworn cheeks lay beneath bristled salt and peppered whiskers Baggy cotton pants seated upon narrow wooden plank ride up displaying skinny pallid shins above black rumpled socks Desultory gap-toothed mouth remains fixed in a long lopsided grimace Bony shoulders hunch forward Dirty wrinkled-sleeved arms rest upon knobby knees Oil-stained fingers loosely grasp remains of a sandwich now squished and forgotten Dazed, cloudy irises cast downward blind to dirt and gravel beneath shoddy booted feet below A potent fragrance of hopeless resignation permeates the sultry summer air around him
Arms with tension
the powerful swing of a pick axe
separating stubborn, crusted soil.
drags dusty clumps forward
Tilled reticent hard pan
to fragile fertile seed;
honest occupation lies
beneath the minister’s
earth-filled finger nails.
Dark gritty water swirls,
rinsing away day’s hard labor,
leaving a respectful porcelain ring.
Thoughts mercurial as a New England morn
Thoughts rooted in soil like trees absorbing life
Thoughts galvanized like an upstream run.
invigorates like supple fingers of a masseuse.
like an ocean siphoned
then released overhead.
Air exudes a heady fragrance
as winter’s stale breath dissipates
the barest of breezes whispering past.
Life rhythms heighten,
carried along on vibrant awakened vitality.
Body and soul welcome relief
from days of cold, numbing mediocrity.
Deep earthy aromas
permeate freshly-turned loam
rich in worms, soil’s decay.
Soft virgin essence
emanates from unfurling blossoms,
shyly emerging flora.
over deep fish-filled kettle ponds,
Intricately spun spider silk
of glistening spindled knots
hang like fragile art
between dew-washed blades of grass.
Twilight lazily arrives,
colored like melted sherbet
trailing across the sky.
Susan Surette is an avid traveler, bibliophile, grandmother, hand drummer, yogi and poetry neophyte with poems published in The Avocet, Westward Quarterly, The Voices Project and currently awaiting UK publication in The Curlew. Writing experience includes seven years of freelance journalism for a monthly news magazine.