What would grow?

If My Heart Were Planted....

My heart is like a flower bulb
Dormant, dry, but bold
Waiting to be planted
When the air turns cold.
 
Before the ground has frozen
Beneath winter’s ice and snow
Soil will envelope me
As I’m buried in a row.
 
All winter I will lie
Forgotten but alive—
Warm and safe and growing
In darkness, deep inside.
 
My roots absorb the nutrients
While wrapped in earth’s cocoon,
Feeding on the energy
Inside the Mother’s womb.
 
For months my soul seeks solitude
In quiet meditation
Until I break the soil
With green determination.
 
Tall blades precede my stem
Sensing spring light above
Then this burst of yellow jonquil--
Blooms power, hope, and love.