STARTED WITH A SEED

BY CAROLYN STICKLEY

The ghosts of fallen leaves
Decaying yet providing
Warm compost for the seeds
Far below. As the sun comes
Bright again the seed flourishes
With new life via sprouts.
Doubts and wonder of what’s
To come and memories of the dark shriveled seeds like prunes
That remain buried in the
Damp. A dead mind or one
Wishing to learn and spring
Forth — it’s up to the individual.
Do we jump up or lie dormant? | CS

CAROLYN STICKLEY WAS BORN IN 1948 IN WASHINGTON DC & GREW UP IN A NEIGHBORHOOD THERE. AN EDUCATOR, CAROLYN HAS FOUND WRITING TO BE ONE OF HER CREATIVE OUTLETS.