I released twilight wildflower seeds,
tiny, tiny, white,
speckled
into the blackest brown soil,
damp and winter-devoid of life.
tiny, tiny, white,
speckled
into the blackest brown soil,
damp and winter-devoid of life.
My hands were dark earth
from the stirring as I sat back
on my heels. The seeds were not yet
broken -
And they had become the night sky.
C. LJ Ireton 2024
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