The hope is in the knowing
That the wheel will turn again
It's cold today
And the wind has an edge
The sky is grey and heavy
And the fields are full of weeds
But this is a time of gold
Ragweed is a paradise
to butterflies and bees
Each its own small galaxy
Each bloom
Its own golden heart
Swallows weave
Between tall towers
Of willowherb and dock
Like the tailors needle
Stitching us together
Making our world
More beautiful
One thread at a time
#CoSopoetry