Like a ghost whisper, the rain taps on my window, looking up seeking lights reflective rainbow.

Ive been a seed resting in the earth.  Dormant.  Dreaming.  Your light stirs, you have given me what I need.  Something cracks, roots birth in the fertile dark.  Inching deeper so I may grow in the light.

From the seed of a gentle hand planted on Brigid’s day.  I begin in a new growing ray of light cast on me.