Handful of Seeds?

 

Poem-a-day challenge day 5:

For today's prompt (the first Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month),

write a make sense poem and/or don't make sense poem.

It doesn’t make sense that something so little and brittle should kindle such joy

The rush of elation roused by contemplation of what waits within its employ

Of places to wander and graces to ponder as wonder its plunder beholds

Completely breath taken by what will awaken, that raindrop and sun-kiss unfolds

Each April as surely and sweetly and purely as winter’s traces disappear

A feeling comes stealing, nay, reeling and pealing like bells tolling in the new year

As seeds for the garden (so seemingly common) then, utterly awe and amaze

And fill heart-recesses with thrilled happiness-es that spill into anthems of praise

Because we remember stunning petal splendor, the fruit of our labour’s reward

The way that a kernel begets virgin, vernal abundance of goodness outpoured

Instilled with cool bowers, bright rainbows of flowers, provision for needs great and small

So little and brittle, ah, handful of miracles; Perhaps it makes sense after all

© Janet Martin

Because we remember stunning petal splendor, the fruit of our labour’s reward...

the fruit of our labour's reward...