pictured words

“The wind, blowing through
autumn leaves,
hits many of the notes
of a spring breeze
but hidden in its song
rings winter.” ~ Jerry Walraven (aka Chev Shire)

The Increase

Seeds of inspiration come
from Chev’s poetic green thumb

where poems sprout
fleshed out
from roots in rich soil

as I toil to produce words
that seduce the poetic mind,

mine
entwined tangled muddled
befuddled.

A seed from his lush blooms
assumes it will thrive where it lands

in my hands
I weigh the chances it could fade.

Yes, one small seed (nourished)
can flourish …

and yet,
only when the seed’s needs are met.

© Marie Elena Good 2026