Steeping, no hurry (don’t worry!),
in a marinade of all the flavours
that permeate our living.
Full of promise but no expectation –
can still be a part of embracing transformation.
Roots are digging down deep,
with the body of mother earth.
Shoots are forming, as yet unseen,
perfect but tightly curled,
soon to emerge from dark into light.
I am waiting, unhurriedly,
from a space of silence,
a place of deep peace.