~Growing Love In the Winters Of Life~

Something started to grow where only dried soil lay.
Entangled in the roots of a dying pine tree,
a seed began a journey to meet the world.
The area was unkissed by the sun
and out of the way of the rain
except when it poured.
Then it flooded.
No reason did this flower have
to gift itself to the world.
Yet there it was;
A bud as green
and as alive as it was sturdy
pushing up through the earth
as if to say 'Hello.'
No idea whatsoever what its face will be,
whether some gorgeous annual
or a dandelion weed.
That doesn't seem to matter
to this flower.
It is used to fighting
since it was just a seed cradled in the worst soil.
The sun had to do some magic to shine its way through the tree boughs
onto the dank and cold soil.
The rain that came not at all
or in puddles
did not dry up norvwash away the life that so badly
wanted to be.

~That is what our love should be.~
Working damn hard to grow and flourish
through all the
garbage and lack of good fortune
to push through
and grow passed everything holding us down.
~No matter whether our love is a rose or a dandelion
at its end to the eye.
The growth's nourishment
given by us with consistent attention
and the deepest love at our roots
with hope and the need for eachother
in its stalk,stems and petals
will make us as just as strong
as we are deep
rooted with the best intentions
and the most sincerest of Love.

Stacy J. Roosa