w o r d s......

A thought, an idea
Like a seed
Starts as a mere whisper
Of what is to come

A feeling, an inspiration
Very small
Easy to miss or overlook
In a forest of trees already grown

Winds and fancies
Can catch and drift it
Here and there
And everywhere

But seeds are remarkable
In their tenacity and strength
The power of all life
Within the merest speck

Even if they should land
On a jagged outcrop of rock
Or desert sand
As dry as bone

They germinate
And take root
Growing even around stone
Or deep into the desert sand

The whisper grows
Into majestic forests
Exquisite flowers
The beauty of all creation

“Before the seed comes the thought of bloom.” -E.B. White

“dry seeds scatter from my hand into the wind…one clings as if to say there is in me something yet to be" - Jeanne Emrich