Brevity

 


I usually try to set aside Monday as a writing day, but this week I will be working a long day at Forest School, so thought I would share this quick poem instead. The week ahead feels daunting for a variety of reasons and although I have lots of interesting and wonderful things I could write about, my tired brain on a Sunday evening is not equal to the task. All I have is ideas planted for another time.

Seedlings

Today I have no words
I am full to the brim with thoughts
But have no idea how to share them
Sentences start but trail off
Worry clamps my heart
All I can do is water the seedlings
These shoots saved from conflict
I wish peace for both of us


The photo shows cucumber seedlings germinated from saved seed that were collected in Hebron in Palestine. I was given them by Petra, one of the tutors on the Grow Leader course and a gardener with Sims Hill Shared Harvest. Germination is always a small miracle, and I hope I can continue to help them thrive over the coming weeks.

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