Spring

Many thanks to Michelle, Nanette, Valerie, and Jodi who inspired this poem.

Deep in the dark where the mushrooms grow
Where the earthworms wiggle and the snow can’t blow
Deep in the sacred heart of earth
Springs a seed to life of forgotten birth

Before you there was me, before me there was you
But look in the earth there grows something new
A something better than each alone
A fresh new self before unknown