Endurance
Year after year, decade to decade, planting life's seeds often begets inclement weather.
While sun nurtures, harvest's season awaits, patience abides. Desiring gentle yield, consciousness beckons tools.
Time's dense weave renders baskets of understanding. selection's precious moment of gathering arrives. Nimble fingers of the mind implore release. Tangled vines, branches, limbs of protection concede.
Wisdom awaits the sorting, casting aside hasty pickings, gently nesting ready growth beneath shaded cover, allowing cooling air to provide breath, as seasonal voicing's infinite echo arrives.
Expecting…
A painter's brush, a sculptor's marble, a composer's melody, a writer's language, all made ready for the creation of the heart's feast, an intellect's arrangement, delivering to a patron's enjoyment.
So goes Nature's design. Creations yet to come, new plantings, conflicts, and finally, survival.
Imagination's seasonal harvest—having weathered both calm and turbulence—is ready to again cultivate life’s roots to spawn new growth and the next season of survival.
Such is the imaginative nature of life’s endurance.
We know little of simple creation, this genesis of cyclic perpetuity, but… it exists. For the hurting heart and mind, courage to learn through adversity, finding nourishment in the replanting of living seeds, unearths wisdom through survival. (A prosetry/flash fiction exploration into how and why we survive much of life trying to take us down.)
Ron