gardener

he awoke early each morning
put on his boots, gathering his tools
simple, but trust-worthy over time and
began his tireless stroll down each
row of promising soil turning
each handful over to wonder at the
promises that would soon spring up
from this rich earth, tenderly pressing
seeds carefully chosen for this purpose
into its moist depths, covering them with a prayer
that they soon would sprout forth to
greet the warm sun and quench
their thirst from the refreshing waters and
cultivation he provided as they grew

unseen

birds never question the air on which they rise
bees don't doubt the wind, nor do dragonflies
kites nary question the gusts that give them flight
so why am i always asking, about things beyond my sight?

imagined

she fell asleep with sparkling visions of a bright future
filled with light and hope and things she could only imagine

she awoke amidst a myriad of endless possibilities
her hands grasping treasures, she had barely imagined

caterpillar

some days she felt like she
was simply consuming and storing up
for a greater and brighter purpose
a caterpillar hoping to a butterfly someday

chrysalis

arms bound, feet tight, stomach full 
eaten, spun, worked, awaited, this necessary phase
dark cloak a curtain of hope, internal metamorphosis

longing, aching, desperately waiting, to shed this dry shell

sunset

amber dripping skies leave me behind
fuchsia pink clouds go where i'm not allowed
deep purple cloak abandons the dark night
but i have hope, that a sunrise is in sight

time

finding that time is picking up pace
even as she is starting to slow down

hope

is counting seeds as they sprout
is touching leaves on young shoots
is numbering emerging blossoms
is tallying tender young fruit
is biding as the produce ripens
fulfilled, is a tree life!

choked

the lump growing inside
her throat threatened to cut off her breath
raw from crying out
she gasped as it choked its way down

harvest

knuckles raw with well doing
her eyes yearn for the promised harvest
now if she can just keep from
giving up

bullets

growing weary dodging bullets
especially since it's gotten hard to tell
which ones are from outside
and which are from within