Plants

The Seed

A quiet spark beneath the dirt
Waits through the weight of winter stone
What once felt buried bruised and hurt
Breaks into light and claims its own

New Thoughts

A quiet spark unlearns the old
And grows new ways of seeing through
What once felt fixed begins to fold
As wider worlds come into view

Vulnerability

Growth

A crimson face holds patient ground
A rooted fire begins to climb
From buried ache to living crown
It grows through light and drinks through time

Stuck Point

A burning log of memory
Holds every year we could not name
The fire we carry silently
Still feeds the soul with hidden flame

In Bloom

After the frost the color wakes
A gentle pulse through root and vein
What once was small the spring now takes
And lifts to light through tender rain

Growing Together

We lean through weather side by side
Each season teaching root and wing
What one begins the two can rise
And canopies from everything

Entwined

Two quiet hearts learn how to bend
Through wind and weight they hold the line
Where one might break the other mends
And turns a scar to living vine

Hydrangea

A bloom of blue in patient rain
It opens slow then overflows
What once was quiet soft and plain
Now wakes the hush the evening knows