Generations Greening
Gaia gifts her wares to all, not just the understanding few. Each minute seed with high hopes, sprouts and a newborn emerges from tiny coil within.
seeds stretch
upwards to the light
baby greens
The passing of a legacy from one generation to the next
begins to paint the landscape in shades of elation. Roots begin to find their comfort zone. It’s a new season as Earth begins her greening.
tiny verdigris
tendrils grasp
terra-forma
Nature's gifts fill my senses with spiritual flow.
on the winds
scent of magnolia
soul uplifted
2-18-2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
