Sleeping Seeds

Author Ashlyn McKayla Ohm

Sleeping Seeds

Ashlyn McKayla Ohm

Don’t count out these leaf-lorn trees
That hold their tongues. Or rivers
Chained with ice in silent song.
Or frost-faded grass, the listless page
Of winter’s tiring tale. All green 
Is gone, like memories of May, but gold 
Still sparks within the dying days.

So hold a deeper knowing. Dirt and dark 
Are always good for growing. 
What wonder! Earth has all the seeds 
She needs, promises unfold, a hundredfold
Like faith beneath the ground. 
True for now, the soil still must sleep, 
Truer still, we shall behold the green. 

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