Categories poetry Quiet Now Post author By BoardFlak Post date February 4, 2020 2 Comments on Quiet Now Blooms of tomorrow abide in winter’s cold soil no hint what will be when season turns to season and nature turns a new leaf Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInPinterestSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Tags poetry, Seeds, Tanka ← White Cyclamen → Grammar Running Riot 2 replies on “Quiet Now” Hi Michael Beautiful picture and poem. I like the way you phrase the anticipation of what will be and the uncertainty that still hold promise. You capture the nature of life with that of the human condition. Below the chill or respite of our own body rhythms, there is the expectation of how we will react and encounter what fate brings with each new season. Our own emotions yet to be expressed are tomorrow’s bloom and will rise in shadow or light. Lovely work! Wendy LikeLiked by 1 person Thank you Wendy. I had in mind the way seeds are blown by the wind, and distributed by birds. When a seedling sprouts in a place where before there was only grass, sometimes you have to wait to see what it will become. LikeLike Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.