Child of Springtime

By Katherine Meikle

A child of spring time, how sweet the bloom. 

Born of hard rocks and 

cruel winds, storms that scorched the land and 

left it raw with desolation. 

But out of the sand and

with bare roots you grow.

You grow with time, 

and with the drought and the chaos and the pain, you grow. 

And without a drop of water to drink yourself, 

still you nurture those around you. 

Cultivating your own oasis 

of love 

and kinship. 

And when someone stumbles across your garden, 

Lost in their wasteland of grief, they say 

“Oh what a paradise!”

Perhaps not truly observing the humble desert blossom who has created it all, 

yet still 

needs what they always needed;  

A little love, and sunshine, 

a cup of water, and a little time.

You are your own season. 

A season of hope, of an ever changing light, 

ever awakening the inner children in those around you. 

Behold the blossom!

A summer baby, growing all year round.

By Katherine Meikle