summer_jackel

For an offering she gave
one unbidden flash of thought:
you are beautiful, friend plant, you other living thing---
and we hold our breath
as it slides into the ground, requesting transformation;
that the soft roots will continue
that its leaves will double
that a life might continue, given by this ground.

May we thrive, may that
which is most verdant, water-filled and foliaged
within our hearts find place to root and reach,
that we may offer our most tender hue.