The Seed of Hope
The seed of hope
In the winter of affection the seed of hope lies dormant,
Awaiting touch of spring to wake and seek out the sun.
You call and your voice warms the earth, igniting the
Green fuse within.
Gently, but with determination, the hard coat is breached
And tender coleoptile begins its journey to a brighter place.
Precious reserves of trust fuel the spiralling progress towards
The light of love.
Above, the world plays out its tragedies and comedies,
Oblivious to the fragile re-birth beneath, indifferent to the
Precarious hopes that grow with the emerging shoot,
Foolishly, but irresistibly.
The cold chill of doubt halts the new awakening,
Worn paths of memory rehearse your words of parting,
And remind of the futility of fertilising barren ground,
A drought of love.
Still, the faint ember of warmth in your phone farewell
Glows and warms the seed of hope, stirring the
Force that drives the green fuse, foolish fancy,
Aching for summer.
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