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
Homes
Lost
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