The title 'New Growth' can be interpreted in many ways - it could mean new life or could be about learning a new talent especially whilst being in lockdown I guess, like me, though I've been extremely unlucky with losing my job and living quarters, I've had the opportunity to study hard so I have counted my blessings many times through self growth with my new learning curve but I guess I'll find out what this is about.
She came to life, I went to seed,
By sorrowful and sad degrees,
But with the sun and balmy breeze,
She sheltered me beneath her leaves.
This to me seems as though you found love but with this love there were repercussions, like any love as there were times when disagreements would happen that made you a blubbering mess but you had every trust in this love so you wouldn't hide your tears and because of this she'd shelter you /hug you and make sure everything was OK and it would be because she would always be there and despite the rifts you were glad of that because you loved her as she loved you.
I felt the earth about me shift -
I heard the larks and heard the swifts -
She showed me how to close the rifts
And germinate despite the mists.
This is an extremely powerful part of this piece. It tells us just how much this lady changed your life, changed you as a person and if I may say transitioned you from boy to man and healed your wombs. This lady is a true hero for sure.
To think that I was unaware,
Beneath the sunshine's golden stare,
That branches never need be bare
With nurturing from those that care.
This just goes to show that once we strip ourselves of our worries and woes we do realise that not everyone is trying to make our lives a misery because we are the ones who make life what it is unfortunately don't we? And we allow the people into our lives and if those people are bad then we have then choice to allow them to continue treating us badly or tell them to leave but we need the willpower to firmly put down our feet.
The petals fell as petals do
But with the spring, she dressed anew;
I now grow green where once I grew
Just winter's brown the summer through.
A beautiful end to a majestical poem of love and hope or atleast that's what I took from it anyway.
The imagery and the rhyme are perfect, as ever and like Milly, I could have sang this.