I opened Pandora’s seed library.
Let go of my fears about dirt.
I have no doubt hope and love will work magic,
Revealed in a tiny, green sprout.
Poem by Fred Pierre
Fred Pierre celebrates nature with his writing. He spends his time in peat bogs and forests and emerges to read poetry once a month at the bookstore. If you don’t find him skipping stones down by the lake, look for him on Neutral Spaces or on Twitter @FredPierre8