SEED

The word "seed" stood out to me today in a James Wright poem, and so I used it as my prompt.



Say my name.  Bury me in the ground. Rise up with the sun. Be glorious. Wither.

Expire. This is the way of life, the cycle, the impermanence, the

Everything we are. Broken up in grief or happiness, struggling to find the light, the resting in

Darkness, the shadows, the depth.