The Promise

Fragile buds on the apple tree~

tiny, green shoots

bravely emerging.

despite the cold,

the wind,

and snow

they burst forth,

like a promise.

 

Deep inside me,

a bud is growing~

despite the setbacks,

the sorrow,

the pain.

This fragile thing called hope,

springs forth,

like a promise.

© annettealaine-2013
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