It has been left unseeded
for a season or more.
Uncultivated - Inactive.
Vast potential
forgotten
in the fallow ground.
Motion stirs the quiet field.
Under the surface,
it is fertile and ready.
Potent and willing,
awaiting the warmth
and sunlight
of my attention.
I can feel quiet rumblings
as something deep within
begins to surface.
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Image and Words - Susannah Bec
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