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Planting in Fall

by George Vukelich

We planted bulbs one day in Fall

the north wind not cooling us at all.

My son talking to each and all,

Have a good sleep.  See you next Spring.

The oaks now etched in bold relief.

The winter coming like a thief.

His bare hands holding his great belief,

my son talking and starting to sing.

From that day I began to know

the presence that lets flowers grow.

There is a path we all must go

bringing to life each long dead thing.