Monday, April 14, 2014

The promise of today

green bud
with the hope
of life yet to be
and promises not yet broken.
That first green bud is here to stay
and so is all this
temporary lightness of life and the fleeting chance we have to live it. And it's
this first green bud soon to transform into a tree that brings hope of things yet to be,
meals yet to be shared, and new friends yet to be made today.

~My experiment with Fibonacci poems

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