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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What a lovely take on resurrection.
ReplyDeleteyou captured exactly why I love to grow vegetables and flowers!
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day!
You make me long for Spring and it's not even Christmas! Lol!
ReplyDeleteYou chose the perfect words to begin each stanza ... I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThe autumn rainfall, so eloquent Kay
ReplyDeleteThank you for bringing thoughts to such a lovely place.
ReplyDeletebeautiful words autumn rains and
ReplyDeletespring's rebirth..
Oh those lovely tendrils...
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