Love is a seed.
It become planted, buried, dormant
As an idea, as a concept
It pushes through, pauses
defies gravity pushing towards the sky-gaining speed
It presses upward into a bold plant making even greater statements of flowers fruit
-with color that can take one’s breath away…
This notion of love, as a plant, as a garden…it simply grows.
Sometimes it blooms
Sometimes it bears fruit
Many plants in the landscape-family, friends, lovers.
The garden becomes a crowd, a chorus can overwhelm all others
A flower can distract.
What finds its way sleeping in our garden-as love.
Growth can be inevitable
Time tells all.