A descendant of Jesse will appear, like a new branch that grows from a tree stump. The roots of the tree will give new fruit! – Isaiah 11:1
Life begins anew,
healing through the darkest nights.
A bold light shines forth,
bringing peace and harmony,
a season ordained with hope.
A tiny seed grows,
pushing through the winter soil.
God’s promise is born,
like sprouting herbs beneath snow.
Time has a sacred rhythm.
Poetry type: Somonka
Poetry prompt: dVerse
Morning Star Poetry 
5 responses to “Pushing Through Winter Soil”
Beautifully captured. The image of the green shoots popping up is so hopeful.
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When you have such traditions the different seasons of the church makes a lot of sense… such as advent…
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I love the path you took … the mico season you named … the poem.
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I love the name of your micro season and the hope in your poem; I hadn’t come across a somonka before and had to look it up. I must try it. I especially love the image of the tiny seed ‘pushing through the winter soil’, and time having a sacred rhythm.
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This is incredibly poignant ~
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