Monday, May 2, 2011

Seeds


I plant seeds, here and there,
water, weed, nurture, then plant
another.  So many don’t take,
germinate, don’t come to fruition.
I plant more gently then, not
so much dirt on top, more hope,
less expectation.  When I least
expect it, a tiny sliver of green
peeps out of the black earth.
New life, new hope, I plant more.

5 comments:

Poetic Bloomings said...

Lovely! So glad you are joining us at Poetic Bloomings!

Marie Elena

Kim Nelson said...

How true this little piece is. Gardening is like nurturing relationships with loved ones, isn't it?

Mariya Koleva said...

I love the final line!
"New life, new hope, I plant more"
Go ahead, and plant more!

Mary said...

Yup, that's what happens! Life when you least expect it....

Victoria said...

I especially need to remember that it is impossible to know which seeds will take and which won't, so I need to keep sowing and watering without too much investment in the outcome. Wise, Judy. And I like this site, that it is starting at the beginning with prompt one. I hope I get on board with a seed poem after work - which is about to start in a big onslaught.