Seed

On a late-autumn day when my heart was as cold and rough as the wind, I met you, one so like myself. We both managed a weak, grimace-like smile and "Hello." That day a seed, like winter wheat, was planted in unprepared soil. Growth began-- slow, awkward, even painful, at the beginning. By summer, our time together had engendered a splendid bond of golden love and laughter. Precious realities may spring from seeds planted on cold late-autumn days. placed 4th in a January 2018 contest March 2, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's contest 405