The year has nearly come to an end, and there are so many things left unwritten. I won’t pretend that I’m going to get caught up, but I do plan to post over the next couple of days.
This poem was inspired by seed pods I spied while doing a walk here one day. A skeletal bush along the fenceline was adorned with these big, woody-looking pods, and fluff was peeking out. As I went in for a closer look, I realized this was a type of milkweed pod, and the mature seeds were simply waiting for the wind to take them to their destination.
As the year draws to a close, I’ll be spending time thinking about where I’m going in the coming year. Am I the seed, released from the pod, looking toward places unknown? Where will the wind take me?
Wishing each “seed” out there a wonderful adventure and a soft landing in fertile soil. May you embrace change (because we are really never free of it, are we?) and flourish in 2026.
