fragrance II

first light alerts—
our part of earth
is waking up
moist, cool
earthworms
burrow, eat
and aerate
the soil
night’s mist
lies on the field
the sweet scent
of being here
refreshed
the squirrel
twitches
songbirds chirp
the land alive

she, too, comes
awake—whispers
a soft prayer
acknowledgment
and wish
that we soften,
listen, and care
for one another
the standing nations
need us
and we, them
they make our air
little creatures
pine for attention
as they plant
seed and acorn
we are more
intertwined
then we can
possibly know—
one fragrance

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.