The land knows you,
even when you are lost
calls you home
even after years
enduring countless
cold mornings
watching sideways
as the garden grows
out of the dark black
mulch of night
horizons start to hover
against the light
trees creep, tiptoe up
assume silhouette status
the wind shakes off its shadows
rocks shudder away overcoats
at last a reason to rise
as the earth tilts
Your paired lines create vivid images: “watching sideways” makes me think of new visions of nature, “mulch of night,” and “silhouette status” all create peacefulness. I’m learning quite a bit reading your clear, concise style.