Monday, April 4, 2022

April - Poetry Month, Day Four - Seeds

          It's April, Poetry Month, Day Four!

        The bookmark, on top of the picture above, came into the bookstore at the end of March. Often people do donate books and leave 'treasures' in them. This time, it became my own treasure and I knew what I would do for April's poetry, write about found treasures, perhaps find new places to look? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

          I did some planting in one pot today, just couldn't wait, then remembered an old poem I wrote a while ago. The thought of these wonders named 'seeds' still feels miraculous to me.

                          Dark Earth


It’s a comfort to think about the seeds

pushed into dark earth, expectations known.

They will become what’s theirs alone.


Linda Baie ©


  1. Seeds really are comforting, aren't they? There's just something, as you suggest, about pushing them into the richness of the brown soil and waiting to see what they will become. I'm feeling like I can't wait any longer either. I'm not a gardener, but I might plant pansies in my flower boxes this weekend...

    1. Thanks, Carol. I think I'm just in a hurry for spring!

  2. I spy future marigolds!! (amiright?)


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