chords float in the wind
fill my soul
the notes drown empty spaces
soak like nothing else

a dry, withering, empty, cracked ground
needs water, a replenishing, a pouring
to sprout shoots, seedlings,
full with the promise of fruit,
replete with the hope and desire of a deeper root,
held in the hollow of a gentle, powerful hand


Written for the Five Minute Friday writing prompt at the… today’s word prompt is “tender”. Instructions: write for 5 minutes flat, no editing.