Call me Worm Eye; Paschal Eye, Lenten eye, Crow eye, Crust eye, Sugar eye, Sap eye. All
these names I am, full in a daylight sky.
Make my wishes come true, bless this soft small
garden in moonlight. I prepare the earth
for your planting. Prepare yourself for change.
Call me Gust Eye and Plough Eye. It’s so
worth
seeing my Sap Eye bleed and worms rise range
over warm soil, after snow melt and ice crust
refrozen glints before it too, melts. Turn
plough, bring up riches, bury weeds, You must,
prepare my ground for my eye to relearn
new beginnings, my Chaste soil sight dug fresh,
this eye returned from hard dark starts to stretch.
