Each is sown from the same seed,
nurtured in changing seasons,
different soils and source do
cradle beneath rains light, heavy
or non-existent; shadows dark,
bright, sunshine heady and
powerful or diminished into
grey, clouded days and nights;
voices raised, or whispered,
faces shining, joyful, or now,
lowered, desperate, saddened;
so are the forms and shapes,
the hearts and minds, brought
into being in that garden where
siblings all must work and play.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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