How I hate This necessary darkness. It is even worse than those days in mid summer When I am gasping for just a drop Of water. When the earth around is cracked and dry Scraping against me. I cry out: “I cannot keep going, sustaining life Without something to quench my thirst. I can grow no more.” The response: silence. I try to rise, but only meet a hotter place a drier place. The only option is to stretch to reach out my roots Tentatively pushing down until - bliss! The earth grows damper I stretch out more. Damper and wetter with each centimetre until I am quenched. I feel my flowers opening My leaves becoming glossy And I know I am beautiful. Bees visit and spread the good news of my glory With every grain of pollen that clings to their feet And is spread near and far as they fly. My scent declares all around that I am good. I am oh so tasty. Those days are long gone now and I am nothing. Hidden in this necessary darkness Flowers, scent, leaves but a memory. I have been razed to the ground. I look lifeless No one even knows I am here and there is nothing I can do. Except wait. Wait. And wait again. A long, cold waiting in the frozen ground. But I know one day - and I hope it is soon - A bud will form. A sliver of green reach out and start its fragile journey towards light. I know I will grow again Bigger, better, more beautiful than last year. But meantime I wait Replenishing the core of my being As I rest In this necessary darkness.