Seeds Sown


It’s raining outside

A slow pitter patter

Punctuating fire crackle

And an afternoon quilting

In front of the fire


I must move soon

I have left it far too late

Seeds must be sown

In the west-end garden

Wild meadow flowers

To sit in the stirred soil

And wait out the winter days


I hear it has begun to rain

In Kenya Africa

Life and Death for them

Dry dusty days

Give way to wet

Voices ring

With Joy

With Hope

The rains have come

Sadly too soon

There is wailing

Love ones



In the deluge that overwhelms

You can have too much of a good thing…

I dig deep when Church

And Red Cross call

Scattering those seeds

In the Hope

Something good will grow


Words and Photographs © Denise Stanford 2013

~ by Denise Within the Vine on 30/05/2013.

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