Seeds of the Future

Bare branches call to me,
striven of their summer glory
by the winds of autumn.
Crows mock their barrenness
from nearby rooftops
as burnt orange remnants
cling for these last few days
before falling to earth.
Below the asphalt
there is another dark
where lifeblood drops
into the old patience.
There time is for dreaming,
gathering strength
amidst the loss
of what once flowered
as roots sink deep
to the inner life
of stone and soil
and seeds of the future
wait in darkness.




8 Responses to “Seeds of the Future”

  1. patrick says:

    Awesome Don! Wonderful description of going down deep within time.

  2. Eilish says:

    “There time is for dreaming”

    Love this one dad

  3. The seeds of the future wait patiently for the flowering forth of new life…..always happens. We can depend on it!

  4. Thomas says:

    Really beautiful imagery and prose, spot on for this day too!

  5. I opt for the Inner Life to blossom forth into new living.

  6. bill dare says:

    Beauty Don… Snowy

  7. David Barnes says:

    A fine poem – roots sink deep and bare branches speak of the one invisible presence that flows throughout from dreamtime inner life. Thank you Don for this rich gift

  8. Maria Frid says:

    Stunning poem relating to the natural process of death and rebirth………thank you, Don!

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