We mined the earth for gold that spring;
our hands were shaped by rock and clay
and the fading band of your missing ring.
We mined the earth for gold that spring
with sapling and spade to avert decay.
To ward off the changes that autumn would bring
we mined the earth for gold that spring,
but our hands were shaped by rock and clay.
Tim Hawkins has lived and traveled widely throughout North America, Southeast Asia and Latin America, where he has worked as a journalist, technical writer, communications manager, and teacher in international schools. He currently lives in his hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan. His writing has appeared in numerous print and online publications, most recently in Blueline, Eclectica, Eunoia Review, The Midwest Quarterly, The Smoking Poet, Underground Voices, and Verse Wisconsin. He was nominated by Four and Twenty for a 2012 Pushcart Prize.