A Season of Breakthroughs

Acrylic & gold leaf on canvas | 40 cm by 80 cm

A Season of Breakthroughs

You felt nothing coming, a horizon of sameness
that pushed your heart into the ground like a seed.

Little did you see the tendrils rooting outward,
green and white with expectancy,
all the hope you had to lose to become.

Is the kernel bursting open a death,
or an orchard of apples out of winter?
To become the dream, lie down.
Let the birds bury you with the makings of their nests.

I promise you, one season later or two,
you will arise no longer the outer husk but the tree,
a gleam of harvest in your eye.

Available through B’nai Or Gallery, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico