POETRY
Regenerative BY E.P. May your soil be regenerative Creating life alongside death. What feeds the one has Come from the death of another. May the water that seeps And awakens your granules, Minerals, clay, and castings be Well fed. As weeds show their heads Among your flowers, Gently pluck them out. Where needed tug at them To get to their roots. Tilling, creating space for Movement through disruption, Each flower spreads its roots further. Once rooted, you slowly Start to bud Opening up to bloom in season.
S TA R R Y N I G H T A B O V E T H E G R O W B Y A N D Y G A G N E P H O T O G R A P H Y, @A N DYG AG N E P H OTO G R A P H Y A N D @ M A I N E _ C A N N A B I S _ P H OTO G R A P H E R , A N D T H E F A R M T E R R A H O R TA C O , @ T E R R A H O R TA C O
