A Dormant Seed Poem by Bill Galvin

I lie here on this earthy bed,
In the natural state we’re meant to be;
Longing to be live, to forge ahead;
Looking around to see what’s near me.
I lie here exposed to the sun;
Chilled in the here and the now;
But, with the springtime warmth to come,
I’ll emerge from here somehow.

Not resentful of clouds and rain,
But gloomful in the waiting just the same;
Hopeful that conditions will be right…
The loam, moisture, nutrients, sunlight.

For now the days be short, cold and stark;
And the nights coldest, and longest dark;
But, the sun will soon be higher longer;
And its rays will be a whole lot stronger;
I’ll reach down to rich soil for to set my roots;
I’ll put an end to any doubting;
Then send forth those tender shoots;
And begin the process of natural sprouting;
Despite how harsh the new winter be,
Seasons will warm and allow me to be me.

They say our root system, if unbound,
Is as wide and deep and as strong,
As the growth we see above the ground…
Proving, in both dark and light, we belong.

Will I be a blade of Whitman’s grass?
Or grow to be one of Kilmer’s trees?
Will I be one of a towering class?
Or be one of the low-growing weeds?

It matters not, along this silken thread,
That we call living… that we call Life;
For the natural truths are free of dread,
And the simple truths are free of strife.
I’ll be waiting for winter to have fled;
Awaiting springtime’s warmth and light;
And, I’ll lie here on this earthy bed,
From moon to sun; dawn to night;
Knowing that when all is done and said,
Nature’s nod brings me forthright;
Nature’s nod gives me birthright.

12-6-2015