The Seed

The new life of spring is mirrored in the purple splendor

of the field of Cosmos, and the branches of the peach tree

bowing low with its flowering snow.

She comes to the field her eyes drawn to the violent violet,

plucking flowers to provide sweet smells and

soothing color to her dining table.

As the season passes, a cold wind fades the field,

and the evangelical wind blows the seed of the Cosmos

over rock, thorns and lake.

She shivers in need of warmth and sustenance from the cold.

The color of the peach tree captures her notice,

and she plucks its fruit for her table.

The ministering juice of the peach strengthens and sustains.

She is revived and prospers by its meaty fruit.

Then she plants the seed.