First Harvest
All the mothers down through time - I was now connected to them.
A powerful sense of feminine connection came over me one autumn day, soon after my son had turned one-year old. We were in the garden together, and he was crawling around between a tomato vine and a squash plant. At the time, I was writing one poem a day, a project I titled “Portraits of the Day”. The idea was that each poem painted a picture of that day. “First Harvest” was the “portrait” I wrote on that autumn day when I first witnessed my child exploring the garden...
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