a poem for Sun Day

seeking truth at the very core

what was so effortlessly created at seed could with one dark and silent frosty breath, be wilting, retracting, writhing.

a new day.  

heavy rains come pouring down to offer needed drink

floods of light stream down to the Little One from a sun that warms unconditionally.

They have come to save what they helped create.

a rainbow – muted yet fully present in the greys and whites appears

new growth begin at the stems with hesitant unfolding

a thankful pause

and then a sudden delightful shoot appears

reaching ever further but always remaining grounded at the root, hands held up to the skies

so happy for this love.