The anticipation of something vaguely familiar,
yet forgotten.
Newness,
fresh life untapped, untouched.
A blossoming wonder
that begins underground,
in the gut,
and pushes up toward the light.
Life…
tender chartreuse shoots of
possibility,
potential,
rise in me
as I lift my expectant face
to the sun.
Lesley-Anne Evans
April 2008
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