__ A minor rewrite of my comment at Adelaide's good blog, White Petals.

Dirty,
as fingernails
scrape room for these new seeds,
fresh blooms give rise to our new gifts;
blossoms.  

__ This, an edit of an instant's Cinquain comment I left at Gillena's nifty blog, Lunch Break, as listed in my blog list. Yes, hear is hear as we may hear... the hammering waves;  the sands return. _m

The seas
grind stone to sand
with years of hammered waves
then move its toil from hear, to there,
to here.  

__Often, we  find  the  need  to  steer  a  different  course,  that  finds the calm.   _m

alee

memories tack

to winds of the present

this helm is tomorrow's compass 

life sails