Anatomy of a Flower
a sacred poem
the seed is first,
swallowed whole
by earth, made to wait
beneath the cold,
til sun inevitably
warms the darkness—
then it bursts, green
chasing the blue of sky,
leaves like arms
as they yawn alive,
and then the bud rests
heavy on the stem,
not bursting so much
as relenting, unfurling
red and tender
on the lawn.
~By Julia McMullen
Thank you for reading Sacred Poems from In the elements, selected poems delivered Sundays elevating the wonder and sacredness of the natural world.
Featuring my poetry and occasional guest poets.
with love & intention
Kassi
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Love this one!!!