Wednesday, May 17, 2017

PROMISE


Hope is emerging wherever I look.

Buds, springing from bare branches...
...expand gently, floret by floret...
...into full-blown racemes.
Ideas, too, seem to spontaneously bud...
...open up...
...spread wide their petals into the complete and fragrant vision.
Later will come the fruit.

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  1. even the observation is a sweet fruit to savor.

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    1. Yes, it is, isn't it? I feel I'm in the midst of a banquet!

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  2. I love it! I hope my buds do the same.

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    1. I remind myself that not every bud becomes fruit...but there is always that possibility for each one...

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  3. SO true, and so poetic! Thanks for sharing, Wendy. I wish I had a lilac bush! They are already gone by where I live...

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    1. Maybe you could plant your own lilac bush! I hope you walked past and under lots of them while they were in bloom.

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