Tiny Seeds

Beginning Again

With spring on the horizon, my thoughts go to planting and growing, budding and blooming, new life re-emerging from the cold, dead winter ground. Here in Eastern Washington, we have had a very mild winter and already the early bulbs and tubers are poking their heads up. Soon the hummingbirds and migrant songbirds will return and the animal kingdom will produce it’s next generation. This time of year is so hopeful and reminds me that the seasons are by design. I wouldn’t appreciate spring without the winter months to remind me that there is a greater plan. Not everyone gets to enjoy the four seasons and watch the renewal of life this time of year. And like the spring growth in nature, our minds are fertile ground for planting and growth. This poem came from my seasonal anticipation. I’m currently embarking on The Artist’s Way 12 week course and hoping for a garden of new inspiration and growth in 2026! How do you hope to grow this year?

A tiny seed falls on fertile ground,
watered softly with spring raindrops,
fertilized with sunshine and season’s warmth.
A miniscule sprout breaks through the soil,
stretches with each passing day,
striving to grow into creation’s intention.
With nature’s nurture come leaves, then a bud,
a first blossom opens with the sunrise.  
A shock of perfect purple petals becomes the glory
that once was just a seemingly insignificant seed.

A tiny seed of thought lands in in the fertile intellect
and with care and nurturing, fed by curiosity,
begins to grow into a sprouting, expanding belief
that we have a divine purpose, creation’s intention.
We can nurture that tiny growing garden,
or let it die from neglect and distraction.
We have the choice to become a beautiful blossom,
the crowning glory, the best of who we are.
By letting the planted seeds spread into a vibrant garden, 
we become a glorious array of blooms to be harvested and shared.