Simple Seed

Simple Seed

Simple seed bears a purposeful life

Complex root systems

Delicate in size and matter

Know the will of His hands

Willing growth, willing life

The fruits of many labors

Shine glorious and sticky sweet

Green warms to pink burns to red

And the temptation that looms

For every man, woman, beast

For a bite of the flesh and suckle of the pulp

Known most intimate by the bee

Dusted with pollen from the blossoms in her hair

A regenerating, germinating season

Comes to a halt in the stealing of flesh from the splintered bone

And the plummet to earth that bruises the divine

Becoming cold gray matter for worms

Burrowing holes of thought and tunnels of trespass

As the Blood and the Harvest Moons glow cider rich

And silver frosted, early snow blankets the ruins

From which procreating heat never halts its crackle

And flames with each freeze, thrash, and melt

In an ageless season’s turn

E.A. O’Connell