Sunday, 3 November 2013

seed


Resurrection reunion 2 Stanley Spencer 1945


hidden
coal black
and
hard
through countless seasons
buried aeons
in dark infinity


yearning
a change begins
tendrils stretch out
searching
curling
longing for the light
above


pushing
moon phases
tell of spring
gentle breezes
bring skies of seamless blue
nights of gentle rain
we are reborn.

KD 3/11/13

The miracle of a tiny seed turning into a flower, vegetable, grass or grain never ceases to amaze me.
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8 comments:

  1. What a lovely take on resurrection.

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  2. you captured exactly why I love to grow vegetables and flowers!
    Have a lovely day!

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  3. You make me long for Spring and it's not even Christmas! Lol!

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  4. You chose the perfect words to begin each stanza ... I enjoyed this.

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  5. The autumn rainfall, so eloquent Kay

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  6. Thank you for bringing thoughts to such a lovely place.

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  7. beautiful words autumn rains and
    spring's rebirth..

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