Mud of a Man

Airborne blossoms

simulate snow,

a blushed blizzard

of parachuting pear petals

touches down on up turned

ground, a new garden.

Seeds captive in a sack

await almanac

for thumb deep immersion

in sanctified soil,

new life in three days rain...

a bud added to the body

of earth to catch sunbeams

and make them fruit.

Unless a saint dies in harvest

saints can't spring up.

The Savior taught that from a tree.

Scorned, thorned, born

for this, to breathe His life

into the mud of a man.