Just got back, lots of prompts to catch up on, and the first is for the dverse prompt: The End.


I plant a shrivelled seed and watch it grow,

Sunlight, moonlight and a sprinkling of rain,

A flowered carpet lies beneath the snow,

Nothing ends they say, all things start again.


Though petalled heads will shrink and blow away,

Knotted like the knuckles of old hands,

Spring returns as after night comes day,

And moon draws up the tide upon the sands.


But as I stand upon the silver edge

Where moonlight ends and moonless dark begins,

The wind blows cold through withered paper sedge,

In this new seed-specked phase no blackbird sings.