So small, so symbolic
So much resides inside
The sown seed
Concealed in its neonatal
underworld.
A thin haze of earth
Obscures my gaze to roots
Divining water. The casing
Swells, cracks, is castaway.
Shoots appear.
Each a gardener’s sigh
Bent upon the sky.
Just 44 small words for Merril’s quadrille prompt: Seed
