Seeds

Today is my birthday. It is also the first day of spring and so I thought, rather than getting all depressed in a blog post about being older, I'd simply share a poem.
Seed - byPaula Meehan
The first warm day of springand I step out into the garden from the gloomof a house where hope had diedto tally the storm damage, to seek what mayhave survived. And finding some forgottenlupins I'd sown from seed last autumnholding in their fingers a raindrop eachlike a peace offering, or a promise,I am suddenly grateful and wouldoffer a prayer if I believed in God.But not believing, I bless the power of seed, its casual , useful persistence,and bless the power of sun,its conspiracy with the underground,and thank my stars the winter's ended.
'Seed' was taken from Poems on the Underground (tenth edition) and is edited by Gerard Benson, Judith Chernaik and Cicely Herbert.
Thank you for reading,
Lara.