Beneath the Shadow Fall

[LanceRocks]

Beneath the pointillistic rug,
deep-piled and dank on sleeping earth
the creeping, seeking seeds send out
a trillion tendrilled, pallid threads.

Each strand, though blind, will meet the day
with joyful blush of verdant hue!
From out of locked life-sentence, freed!
Up, up to raise the flags again.

I thought this was very good, particularly the pontillistic rug stanza cited above. (In 1982 I compared humanity to a moth-eaten rug, so I'm biased.)

For critique, "...joyful blush of verdant hue" rings antique and precious to my ear, "verdant" in particular.

But then, I'm a blond surfer from Los Angeles, where any building over 40 years old is razed to the ground for new construction.

Great job!

Lance