Day 363 -Seeds — Haibun Journey View From My Window

I look out my window and it is grey and rainy. Then I spy the golden hues of a neighbors maple and my mood brightens. I look around more. I see raindrops clinging to the mimosa leaves and I notice all the long seedpods hanging down. The jimson weed pods have turned brown and slit open spilling their seed. Most of the moonflower seed balls are still green, but one has turned brown and split. It reminds me to go out and collect a few to save. I start thinking about seed and how they only form after the flower dies. I think of how they linger in the cold soil all winter and then burst forth with new life just as we are giving up hope. I remember, we can always turn our darkest moments into some kind go good, sometimes it just takes awhile.

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on a grey day seed pods ripen holding hope