doesn’t get much more hopeful than that

doesn’t get much more hopeful than that

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believing in a dormant seed

digging a six inch hole

plopping it in

poking it deep

all the paper thin layers

torn

scaly and rough

around the edges

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doesn’t get much more hopeful than that

covering it up

patting it down

praying

for

just enough sun

just enough freeze

and

just enough thaw

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for roots to search

and

 tops to reach

up through stale, black earth

and

bloom

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no, it doesn’t get much more hopeful than that

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“I’m sure now I’ll see God’s goodness
    in the exuberant earth.
Stay with God!
    Take heart. Don’t quit.
I’ll say it again:
    Stay with God.”

~Psalm 27:14~

(Side note: My little daisies are so confused . . . I know they don’t come from bulbs, but the little stinkers are blooming right now. Quite out of season for Indiana!)

be still and fall

is the orange i see

creeping

into the pulsing, green of things

a blessing

or a time to

be still

and know that autumn

always falls curling

the edges of sunshine soaked things

angled daylight spotlighting

ochre

a shade between

blazing red maples

and yellow aspen

waiting for the day

they tumble

to the ground

grateful to become

forgotten

then remembered

in the spring

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written for the One Word at a Time blog carnival, this week’s topic: orange.