Seeds

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