A year

In the April of our year

I cried out

and you caught my tears

in expectant arms

as you held onto me

That day the spring came

and my seed 

was planted

in your garden

where you watered it with joy

Strong it grew

in the warm summer sun

of your nurture

coaxing it from behind the hem

of your skirt

With my blue eyes

 holding onto you

and one small hand

 grasping tight
to your own regal bloom

Then in the bluster

trees gave up their hold

while you loosed your own

to let me soar

among the harvest

In moments you caught me

from the Fall

as the wind blew

too great 

for an immature plant

Somehow I settled

in my own cold ground

complete in the soil

of your making

finding myself inside the snow

Feeling well the harsh of winter
steadfast inside
my settled roots
in their assured strength
of being cared for



And in the patience of a certain spring

 my own expectant arms

did bend 

to plant a seed

in the garden of my joy