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


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