Encased within an earthen grave,
life begins to groan.
Cramped,
smothered,
painful stretching strong,
resisting death,
creeping tendrils persist
to find a breath,
to find a light,
a life beyond the lonely black.
To hold the hope,
to have the will,
one seed comes springing forth.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
As usual…very beautiful words….and great photos…!!!
Thanks!
Amen!
Hope!
Very nice!
~~Thanks!
Beautiful!
~Thank you~
What a beautiful commentary on seeds, flowers and growth…. very spiritual. Lovely poem and photos! Sunshine with petals!
Thanks a lot!
Beautiful! Enjoying your poetry and photos.
Thanks a lot.
Planting a seed shows faith in tomorrow.
Yes!!
And isn’t it wonderful when the wind, the birds and the squirrels plant them and they surprise us in the spring. We have a purple crocus that just appeared this year. 😀
Really. Spring brings allergens, but I love all the color!
Beautiful poem and photos!
Thanks so much!
Spring! Yaya!
I could use a last blast of winter, though.
Your pictures–and thoughts of a stray cloud 🙂 –inspired me to write a poem yesterday. I showed it to my nearest & dearest, but he seemed none too impressed. Oh, well–it is rather melancholy. It’s called “California Cloudburst”; you’ll find it on the Mini Poems page of my blog.
I can’t seem to get to your blog. This only takes me to your avatar with no blog link.
Can envision that seed making itself into a flower; beautiful poem…
🙂
“to find a light,
a life beyond the lonely black. ”
– you always say it best, apronheadlily… ^^ hello! 🙂
And you are always so complimentary! Thanks. I needed the boost.
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