An underground wiggle,
earthworm-sized, easily missed,
and loud enough to wake ears primed
for uncivilized silence, whispers
in the last hours
of a year angling for its restful grave.
the new year spreads vital language
through gritty, and fungal layers.
A hibernating, loved and longed for
movement in recent seasons
promises to return-
and the buzzing, flavorful potency builds.