three seeds

flowering branch in early spring
three seeds form
          one to the pop and sizzle of man-made stars above
          one in perfect intent and hope of family, forever formed
          one by a spur-of-the-moment, well-stewed gamble
three seeds sprout
          one uprooted to granite and sky
          two twined together by fear and devotion
          three hopeful buds, long divided
three seeds flower
          one fears the stigma of pollen’s gift
          one longs for pollen’s security     
          one grafts a new bud and seedlings emerge
three seeds mature
          one clings tightly to past joys and tears
          one scorns the common account of years
          one builds up hope, help for posterity

Day 11 NaPoWriMo's prompt inspired a reflection on seeds. Enjoy!


3 thoughts on “three seeds

  1. I love the image of ‘threes’ in this – it glues everything together, so to speak. Three seeds, three very different outcomes for each.

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