A Seed of Curiosity

A Seed of Curiosity

By Elece Hollis

There on the concrete park bench

A seed—round and dark like a black pearl 

In a brown sea shell pod.

Pungent as a bead of spice—clove?

Where did you come from, Little Seed, 
In your brown paper wrapper?

I hear a soft rattling, shimmery sound like 

Dry pasta in a cardboard box.

The wind moves branches of a wispy willowy green tree 

Across the courtyard and I spot more seed packets

Rustling in the breeze.

I find it amazing that

A tree waits inside this tiny sphere

Waits for seasons to change and come and go again

Rain to fall—sunshine to warm the soil

Tree seed—a Mini-Wonder!  

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Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

Pink, Red, White

Apple,

Your pink satin holds a

Blush of deep red and

Traces of spring's pale green.

Apple,

Your red dress hides 

Underclothes laceless

Over flesh of snowy white.

Apple,

Your inner core holds

Treasures of future trees in

Brown capsules of seeds.