Wishes

#Poem – wishes

A pod at the end of the
Winter-brittle twig
Jostles in the morning
Wind.

Fragile and stalwart,Wishes
It's duty done,
It hangs in seeming
Repose and awaits
The next moment of
Transformation.

It's first change was
Glorious:
The day that its
Silky sack
Burst with the inner
Seed.

All decorated with fluff,
They went their way and
Found the soil to bring
Another life, another
Transformation
To this ground.

Seeds and fluff:
All flown away.
The sack:
No longer silky,
But crusty and
Crackly.

The world may look
At a pod as a used-up,
No-longer-useful
Bit of vegetation.
This is not reality
Or truth.
At least not for a pod.

Pod has enjoyed
This perch and
Is in no hurry
to reach the ground.

~ by Stan Stewart

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