Some fell on rock
atop a wilted leaf
surrounded by a sweep
of fallen needles
the color of rust
in a January rain
that puddled beneath
them. Nevertheless,
they sprouted and
put forth leaves,
the world wanting
a bit more color
that deep gray day.
~ A Joy Warrior's Journey
Some fell on rock
atop a wilted leaf
surrounded by a sweep
of fallen needles
the color of rust
in a January rain
that puddled beneath
them. Nevertheless,
they sprouted and
put forth leaves,
the world wanting
a bit more color
that deep gray day.