Seeding in Spring

Its kind of like the old

And just like what’s new

Germinating Sustenance

and Stars that push

Through the skins of our heart

To bloom words for you

Having known that this  power is unseen

Yet, smells of roots in the earth

And clam shells

Its the howling of wolves and wind

It bends metal into new figures

And can be carried by bees and lady bugs

Sent from above and within

 

Speaking with my grandmother’s tongue

Knowing what songs must be sung