In a hole in the ground,
there lives a child.

Winter’s seed,
immune to the cold.

When spring rains down,
instead of drowning,
she absorbs.

Shrugging out
of her outgrown coat,
she stretches–
fingers up and up,
toes down, down–
and raises her green head
to smile at the sun.

Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. She works as Fantasy Editor at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and publishes an annual anthology of fiction and poetry for her writing group, Writers Assembled. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera. Find her on Facebook, Amazon, and Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores.