Home Spring is coming even to my narrow little valley I can tell because the post office is delivering seed catalogs and silence the local vehicle of discussion When people think you’ve erred somehow their lives get larger, Silent when you enter the room Still, there’s a sadness when seeds don’t come to attention – straight and narrow on the first or second try outside Blindly swinging at weather that isn’t there No shame in a tear shed As the seedling is brought back inside put at the table (yet again) to feast on the love and attention it failed to imbibe in its rush to bloom Inside provides the walls the structure that can now tame my seed’s “pathological enthusiasm” – the stuffing of too much life in soil too lightly tilled My Seedling: Come inside where it’s warm Do not regret your seed-time Just learn – reall Spring is coming Seed catalogs brighten winter’s gloom Leafing the pages I await you Your authentic unrushed bloom Promises from my garden 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:EmailRedditTwitterPinterestWhatsAppMoreFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related