seed haiku

Uncategorized Apr 09, 2024

               sweet alyssum in the morning
                                  A haiku

                       In the dawn of spring
                   all fissures are flower pots
                    in which seeds take root

                     seeds on parched earth
                                  A haiku

                    seeds whirl like windmills
                 land on cracked earth unable
                        to receive their gift

                           Liz McFadzean

“The love that’s poured in silence at old graves
Renewing flowers, tending the bare earth,
Is never lost.  In him all love is found
And sown with him, a seed in the rich ground.”

Malcolm Guite, XIV—Jesus is Laid in the Tomb