Born-Again Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Long ago I had the presence of mind
To collect dried seeds from dying flowers
Thinking at the time… what a splendid find
Come spring they'll have resurrecting powers

Sealed in a Ziplock… their potential was stored
Tucked away in drawer called miscellaneous…
Rediscovered in May while assessing my hoard
Planted with skepticism… hoping for radiance

A dozen days vanish... still no sprouting leaves
Expectations are beginning to slowly wither
Anticipation has been stolen by unseen thieves
Only unrefined weeds created hairline fissures

With a ting of sadness, all hopes take a hike
Thoughts of blossoms fade into shades of blue
Wondering what they would've looked like…
A last glance reveals a gathering of green hues

Is it possible… it is like a present with a bow
Many small seedlings are scattered all about
Watered and cared for each day as they grow
Now colorful Zinnias give a Hallelujah shout...

8/2/2012