seed

I feel like my creative juices have been depleted after a spring semester of exhaustion.  
But I am trying to rest, and trying to take time to reflect and be still.  This is a product of that effort...


it's the smell of damp,
it's rattling dormancy
crumbling velvet, under your fingernails
a little sloshing of faith
the anticipatory wait
just a little poke, 
and it's verdant
life and growth
sprung out of deadness
here come the light-seekers.





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