imagine:
a fruit from seed
sun-warm & greening from fresh rain
you nurture it everyday
with fervor of busy bees
each nod & nudge
celebration of small steps -
one small leaf
one flower blossoming
each tendril binding
to core of it all:
mother earth
Growing cucumber, herbs & other vegetables on my balcony
Thank you for the support, visits and comments.
This is written so perfectly, Grace--the flow of words mimicking the cycles, and the beauty of it all. It made me feel peaceful.
ReplyDeleteHow calming and endearing this is Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Grace! The cycle of nature and the beauty that is spread around us is truly a cause for celebration. May it always be so! Happy dVerse anniversary to us. Cheers! ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Grace. Care and nurture are the keys to success!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work, Grace. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my years teaching. Tending students carefully over time to support their bloom. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is truly a celebration of the garden!
ReplyDeleteIt is a succession of small victories! 👏👏🌻🥂
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI like how you dissect the art of cultivation and how this can be taken literally or as a metaphor. Love the picture of your lovely growing things, Grace.
ReplyDeletevery good, Grace. All it takes is attention and effort
ReplyDeletegreat reason for celebrating. My cucumbers are celebrating with you too. Yay!
ReplyDeleteAlways a wonder, every time.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace -- You have my attention right away with the balcony! They make your outside so much larger. And growing the plant there!! Yes, blooms are blessings for our growing to help keep us green. Here on the ground we have to keep them safe from rabbits. They are blessings too, cotton tailed little like toys.
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This is true celebration of the cycle of life. Those cucumbers look lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYou clinched it right, Grace! Mother nature has a way of doing it!
ReplyDeleteHank
This poem is so delicate and perfect, Grace. I love it.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
I love the layered meaning of this, at least that's what I take, especially the line about nurturing, something about how we thrive in nurture, a hopeful poem.
ReplyDeleteIt IS the time to tend to and nurture mother earth, more than ever...lovely words that say a lot...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Grace.
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