Into Seed

The maple seed that limps
……down from the sky on
its one desiccated
…………and hard-veined wing
battered insect of the spring; 

the common dandelion
……holding listlessly
its hundred spiderlings
…………with silken hair
and white, orphans soon of air;

the windfall apple’s hard
……drop and curl along
her bias, and the smooth
…………red haunch turned up
as if to say, come and sup;

here is the crisis of
……ingenuity
and chance, the pilgrimage
…………to dirt among
the next year’s poems, unsprung.

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2 thoughts on “Into Seed

  1. So, I finally made it. lol I believe I’ve seen this poem before, and I liked it then. Anywho, I finally remembered to get over here.:)

    Ferosh

  2. I love the mood change in the third stanza as well as the intertwining of nature’s fertility and human fertility. Winter may be the most bountiful season for poetry.

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