The Gardener (Seed Sower)
In her labyrinthine garden
from earth, from sky
from water, from sun -
a small seed
warms.
A tendril up, a rootlet down -
two small spirals
twisting towards light and dark -
push to freedom, press to nourishment -
growing bolder both
from dark of moon
to fullness in time.
Lovely magenta blooms
going to seed under a Blue Moon.
She stands nearby
drawing in moonlight with every breath -
gathering seed puffs,
feather light,
magenta kernels clinging to white fluff
perched on stems dying, set to fly.
Breathing out gently.
Blowing upwards and outwards
Her breath lifts tiny beings
planting hope and joy wherever moon shines her light.
Humming a grateful tune, she smiles,
plucking the next seed pod
to release under the Blue Moon.
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