I searched for good dirt in the compost with my shovel. 
I hoed two empty garden beds and made rows. 
With my trowel I made holes for garlic bulbs in the beds, 
and buried tulip and daffodil bulbs in my pots and kitchen boxes. 
With my imagination I see so much more than dirt. 
I pray that we will all rise toward the sun come spring, 
and the world will be more beautiful.