Poetry by Sasha Mabe

I have another excerpt from the Foxleaf Anthology, available HERE , this one by poet Sasha Mabe.

Here's how she introduces herself:


Sasha Mabe was born in Detroit, Michigan, and became a Cookeville transplant after her hubby retired. She has written thousands of poems over the span of thirty years. She says, “My writing is spontaneous –and I never know when it will hijack me. I am also an artist, pastry chef, seamstress, and I played the drums in a heavy metal band in the 90's. This is my first published book and I am pulling together three more. Stay tuned...”

 

Three of Sasha's poems appear in the anthology. This is one of them.

Earth

Billions upon billions of autumns, leaves

Over the ages laying down their lives,

Giving birth to soil, rich, black, and fertile

The dust of ages calling out to me in a whisper,

 begging, pleading for me to push tiny seeds

Beneath the sun warmed surface to grow

Earth, tending the garden of life

Pregnant with the seeds that would feed and nourish

Those who are hungry, and growing

Aching for my fragile fingers to caress and move it

Remove weeds that had taken up residency,

 Drench it with fresh cool rain water, from the heavens above

The earth will someday swallow me up

When I have finished all my tasks, and given up my life

Earth, the dust from which I came

Calling me home to rest