Dormant Seed

A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed