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.
even the observation is a sweet fruit to savor.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is, isn't it? I feel I'm in the midst of a banquet!
DeleteI love it! I hope my buds do the same.
ReplyDeleteI remind myself that not every bud becomes fruit...but there is always that possibility for each one...
DeleteYour words are a poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely compliment! Thank you!
DeleteSO true, and so poetic! Thanks for sharing, Wendy. I wish I had a lilac bush! They are already gone by where I live...
ReplyDeleteMaybe 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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