I Spy a Baby Fig

(A Porch Garden Poem of Love and Gratitude)

I spy a baby fig, so small, so green—
a quiet promise in the morning sheen.
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden, slanted ray,
it clings with hope and hums the light of day.

O tender bud upon this gentle stem,
you wear the crown of life’s bright diadem.
Your tiny shape, so humble, yet profound,
whispers that grace is always all around.

Dear figling, thank you for your trust to grow,
for drawing sweetness from the soil below.
You teach my heart to reach and not to race,
to ripen slow within love’s patient grace.

This porch, my world; this light, my sacred hymn—
you bloom beside my breath, my prayer, my limb.
Together still, we meet the dawn anew:
a fig, a soul, a sky in shades of blue.

So thank you, little fig, for simply being—
a green delight, a silent song worth seeing.
You are a gift, a wink from God above…
a leafy sprout of ever-growing love.

🌱✨💛