Poetry Friday: Seasons from Now
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Seasons from Now
The bulb
was planted
seasons before
deep into the ground.
Warm dirt
surrounds it,
keeping it warm,
providing protection.
Since then
it has snowed,
rained;
the sun has risen
and set many times.
Patiently
we watch
the soil
for the stem
to peek through
the earth blanket.
Waiting,
hoping,
as seasons change.
Ultimately
the bulb
will decide
when to rise.
© Cathy L. Mere
I'm hopeful! I planted bulbs with my granddaughter this year, & am forcing some paperwhites now. Such magical things aren't they, patient, waiting. Love that you captured that, Cathy!
ReplyDeleteSeasons from Now - love this title! I'm not a gardener, but it makes me think of our work as educators. The planting, the waiting, the hoping. So thankful for all the teachers who have surrounded and protected my students so they can blossom.
ReplyDeleteWhat a hopeful poem! LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteLove this burst of color on this dreary day. Hoping spring comes quickly this year!
ReplyDeleteWaiting for Spring! How very apt! We have the sun the whole year round here, always a blessing.
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