Seeds
need rain
like you and I
disolving soil and
seeping down to earth
once and through again
we go like icey broth
when winter chimes
in want of some reprise
we wake, and nourish all
feel each kernel, every husk
writhe and double
push the clay and loam
grasp the psalm of storms
and later, balm of stars
at dusk.
We are rain soaked
you and I
and into the footings we fall
ringing our brittle song
it calms and tells of times
renewed, like seeds
and rain
like you,
and I.

This entry was posted on Monday, January 8th, 2007 at 6:11 pm and is filed under Cosmicity, Nature.