greening

~for lisa 


Away from the cold
Buried
Nestled
Foretold
Sleep the seeds
Beholding wisdom.
Well below the weeds.
Sunlight
Sorrow
Plans for tomorrow
All can happen
In the order of
Our choosing.
But really,
Life happens
Sprouts
Despite resistance.
And on its
Insistence.
In its
Fashion.
And if the
Seasons have
Taught me anything
It is that they
Are beautifully
Completely
Unpredictably
Far less
Binary than
Ecclesiastes
Could have imagined.
The bloom
Starts invisibly
In the dirt.
Listen for its
Whispers.
Deeply.
Survey
Wait
Routinely in
Patches of sunlight.
It looks for
You too.


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