The Potting Bench

Life is like a potting bench

Potential for growth is here

But how and why and where and when

Is not completely clear

The jumble of pots and tools

The smell of earth and green

A promise of things to come

Growing, but yet unseen

Roots to keep it grounded

Stems reaching for the sun

Leaves to shade a precious bud

Until its birth is done

It all starts at the crooked bench

Splintered and weather worn

A seed pushed into rich black soil

Life…waiting to be born!

 by Maron Craig Bielovitz




  1. Bonnie Said:

    Beautiful….. you always did have a way with words! =)

    • Maron Said:

      aw…shucks! You wouldn’t be predjudiced, would you?

  2. Debby Singleton Said:

    Excellent! Love it!

    • Maron Said:

      Thank you Ms. Deb! How’s the weather in Philly? Sunny and breezy here today…yay!

  3. pamq Said:

    Hi Maron!

    I’m still at my Mom’s—will be here for a couple weeks yet.

    This computer can’t seem to pull up your entire blog—I just get little bits and pieces…..

    So I’m not being rude—I just can’t see everything! But I’ll keep trying……..

    Just wanted to say hi!

    • Maron Said:

      Hey Pam, Been thinking about you there working so hard. Hope all is going well. Talk when You get back! =)

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