Growth
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