Poem: Not Yet Reached the Cold

Little things poking their heads out,
To see the light and grow.
Not yet tall but soon.
Spreading out, stretching,
Reaching towards the warmth.
Face the sun, take in the energy,
Let the water run off.
Worries drifting off into the air,
Grounded in the earth,
Roots growing ever deeper.
Hold onto the memories and enrichment,
As long as you can.
There will come a time to say goodbye,
To the sun, moon, and stars.
We are not yet there,
We have not reached the colder months.
It will come in its own time,
For now we greet and expand,
Ourselves and our worlds.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s