Composting by Connie Livingston-Dunn

Darkness forms compost

Where we plant and nurture

Seeds of creativity,

Blossoming and flourishing

In our Present

Presents

Presence.

Gifts of Uni-verse,

Singing our song,

Dancing our dance.

We fear that dark, moist, compost,

Thinking only of

Worms eating through it

Waste that smells,

Junk and dirty boxes

Hidden in the corners.

Turn on the light.

See beauty hidden

In the darkest of compost.

Where light illuminates

Life and love.

Originally published at cowbird.com.