The other day
my husband was cutting the lawn.
We noticed a clump of grey-brown bedraggled former plant life
which huddled under the window of the den
almost unnoticed, forgotten.
Realising that the patch would look better
if it were rid of this deadness
I began to pull it away.
It came unresisting out of the earth
glad maybe that is was going to offer new life
on the compost heap.
I caught my breath after a couple of handfuls
strong verdant green shoots
were standing there
waiting for a summons
into their rightful space
in the order of new birth.
They had grown faithfully
(in my defence, the eye is drawn beyond them
to the confluence of two rivers and the Great North Sea)
(in my defence, the ear is drawn beyond them
to the tow of the waters meeting)
(to my shame).
What they taught me is
that new life springs up
New life springs up
that is its purpose
that is its nature
for this came it into the world.
It is our privilege
to care for it