Seeds to plant
to take us back
to our origins.
Seeds,
wild offshoots,
sacred tangled roots.
Seeds to revive
the formless
before the form.
Seeds to uncover
and recognize
the dormant
patterns of being.
Seeds renew belief
in seasons cold,
they’re life’s insurance,
Growth resumes…
in its seasonal persistence.
Poem By Laura Stone
Photo by Egor Kamelev