Turning the Compost

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It's all there––the tough ends of the broccoli,cores and cobs of cabbages and corn shared now with birds and slugs and worms. A bright red millipede writhes away. The resident scorpion, compost-hued, digs himself deeper in the pile. Millions of yet smaller beings live in the dark, citrus-scented mold. It sparkles with their presence.

What feeds on our winter leavings will enrich the lettuces and leavings even now in the garden. Sometimes I think there is no death, only change, only our lives' tough ends becoming something new. (c) Barbara Meyn

* What are you composting in your life right now? What new beginnings will it make way for? * Write a poem beginning with the words, "It's all there..." describing your garden or your natural surroundings in winter. What do you notice about this particular time of year?

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