the unfurling

At first, there is nothing.
Just fresh brown, erupting
In subtle, untold fragrances,
Teeming with miniature life.

And then
a slender cord sprouts forth,
bursting, announcing its arrival,
albeit hushed.
It brings with it tender hope
In gentle shades of green.

The unfurling begins,
One by one.
And then unfolds
The one mystery
No science can fathom
No art describe.
A mystery called
life.
Beautiful life.


now in the moment - a tender leaf is sprouting on my balcony. can turn anyone into a poet!