It’s been planting season for a while;
burying seeds in the earth and nurturing them with drips of thought
that constantly rain down from above.
Day by day sitting by their side and feeding them memories
from the many branches of this Life:
Sheltering them from the wind that occasionally forces it’s way through the doors,
and keeping them warm as the frost gathers and summer finally comes to a close.
Then, when the cold clouds have passed and spring erupts in bloom,
they’ll stand tall inside The Garden
and whisper the stories that gathered inside this dusty room.