Summer came
Then winter arrived soon after,
You thought you might die but somehow you survived,
Then autumn came and reminded you of all the things you needed to shed,
Confused by this cycle of evolving and growing
Like a seed you mourned as you surrendered yourself to the ground,
Uncertain of what would come but trusting in that which cannot be seen,
Like a kernel of wheat planted in the ground,
You called out that which cannot be seen to emerge,
Months of waiting, weeping& longing,
Like a pregnant woman in labour, screaming and yelling
You started to sweat blood,
It was time for death to visit one last time,
But as summer, winter and autumn came to an end,
The seed suddenly arose from where it had been planted,
Sprouting so quickly and awaiting to bud,
The seed’s mistaken identity finding its place in an ever-evolving world
Like the world itself it also evolved,
Like a snapshot on a photograph all is made new,
Vegetation appearing in places that were once bare,
Hidden then unravelled for such a time as this,
Everything birthed in springtime,
When hope itself decided to spring.
Chiedza Rwodzi