the earth says yes

i see her out
the window
pulling bags of rich
dark soil
to the side of her
yard. her hat
tilted to avoid
the sun, her dog
blonde and slight
asleep on the warm
stones. i see her
on her knees
as if in prayer,
her hands deep
into the dirt
with seeds.
she has found a way
of life
that pleases her
and brings her
joy, she has pared
down her world
to this and the earth
says yes, in spring.