Your First Night
Credit shell_ghostcage
This is your first night.
It’s not like lying dry in the package,
is it. I’m sitting with you,
the garden and I taking you in.
Little ones, so many
and so insubstantial.
I made the holes, and then
into each I dropped
three or four of you.
This is Your First Night.
Try to rest now. Is it snuggly
to go home to dirt again?
Maybe under there, all of you
are glad you’re together, cosmos seeds,
for the scary breaking-open.
Maybe you’re not afraid. Still
I’ll sing you a little first-night song.
Shh, I’ll cradle you singing.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Credit joycehu314
Lovely. 🥰
Having planted seeds this week for carrots, beets and radishes, I identify so with this poem. Now I have a little lullaby to read to my next set of plantings on their first night. What a terrific idea, what respect for all life and how available you are to a whole new set of sensitivities to other life forms!