the thirtieth

Fantasy

 

A seed in a pod

enveloped

in warm soil

safe

secluded

blind and voiceless

a promise

 

But dream

a sacred mission

daring

chancing

the journey

the dance

 

A tendril begins its slow growth

seeking life

finding beauty

reaching the sublime

 

Rosalie Beith has been writing for several years and has found a voice in poetry. She lives outside of Boston and when not writing, makes pots from clay.

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