it grows, my child
it’s everywhere
an earth-touched offspring
so proud over its growth

I see small leaves on my skin
sprouting with fresh mint
with thyme and wormwood

it spreads, my child
it’s in the ground
catkin heads rise
suns travel through the hanging skies
fast, faster, eager to bud

it grows!
it comes!
it touches me with hope
healing wave of bitterness
after a cloying honey