City Seeds

a poem

City Seeds (2024)

Families surrendered belonging(s).  
Felt the rhythm and fled
shaking. A sunflower bloomed
and turned, unintentionally 
feds a family of birds. 

The Farmer hums a tune, 
collecting wayward seeds. 
Happy in a state of growth, 
a homestead in North Georgia. 
Learning the difference, 

between sprout and sapling. 
Frost arrests the fields. Crops yield. 
They bring home something new.
Seasons are cycles to which mankind 
is bound. The city reaches out, 

but they keep out of touch. 
Home is where the heart is 
safe. Perennial spirits return
with twice the branches, 
then flowers, then fruit. 

One year later, the home's steady.
They name the crows 
on the fence. This murder, 
a blessing. Oh the miracle 
of timely rain. They know 

what it is now, to smell of earth, 
to sense a storm coming.
There is wonder in the water, no? 
Grow or wilt. The smell of fresh hay. 
Again a harvest, once more a frost. 

The thrum of the cycle.
Their old rooster crows,
Good Mourning.