This poem was written during the first weeks of the coronavirus 'lockdown'. There is a lot of fear and isolation around at the moment. But it also feels like a powerful, potent time to imagine a better future: to plant the seeds. Wishing you wild hope wherever you are. “If a world is dreamable, maybe it can be dreamed into being.” ~Ursula K. Le Guin~ Planting Seeds It is the seed moon, the time of sowing. The roads and skies have grown quiet. Sometimes in the stillness I can feel the earth dreaming. There are many things I can't do in these strange times. But I can plant seeds. I hold them like prayers in the palm of my hand, I notice their shape and size, the way they catch the light. Their impossible promise. I teach my children to make wishes on them - and I make wishes too. I breathe my brightest, most golden dreams into these seeds, dreams wild as sweet violets ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry