pushing upward
reaching, stretching
longing for the warm caress
that the morning sun
brings each day
washing soothingly over
your soft face
a softness once
almost eliminated
by a struggle
against your surroundings
hard, crusty earth
was your bed
and every night came
a dream of the endless sleep

but hope
not lost
was rekindled
when the season of your growth
reflected the storm within your soul
that electric fire
rising up

reaching, stretching
through the stem of your being

a glow
then shines
shimmers in the mist
long after
the thunder dies.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s