a seed is planted
only a thumbprint left in dirt
that waits and watches
for life or death
when life appears
as a sprout
it is cared for, nurtured
roots prod deeper
the green leafling grows stronger
time away, a casual interest
no longer curious
about the seed's offing
care created from habit
suddenly, a bloom
petals unfurl, dark and red
like passion's climax
sweet and brief
a gardener's quandry
to clip and savor the moment
or to patiently nurture
waiting for beauty that lies ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite lovely kimberly.