It happens quietly

under the broad moonlight

that lights a forest kissed by

freshly fallen snow



The finger of each Higher Power

gently guides and determines the energy

needed to reach that dormant seed waiting

beneath a carpet of decaying leaves



With tender shoots hinting at a brave heart

and strength belied by inconsequential size

that seed accepts the blessing

offering a fragile bloom in the winter landscape





photo: pixabay



prompts: WyldeVerse, Written River, SoCS, FieryVerse