Beautiful Blossoms

In all of your springs

which haven’t yet come

I believe

And in all of your songs

even those not yet heard

those the rain whispered

for the soil

your secrets keeper

all through the winter

In all, I believe

The earth surrendered the old days to the fire

Was it not your voice that made the fire ruddy in her flame?!

And she entrusted the wind with your words

to disturb without blame

the calm sleep of the seeds

deep in the ground

covered by the weeds

whispering

“The winter will not last”

All at once

bursting in beautiful blossoms

became the dream of all seeds