Budding

Posted on January 6, 2016 by Helen
Image credit: SARIN KUNTHONG

Image credit: SARIN KUNTHONG

New life budding
So perfect
Yet to be formed
Full of promise
On a beautiful morning
Waiting to be born

New day dawning
Sunshine lights
The path ahead
And of the past
We leave behind
So little said

Just like the branch’s
Miracle budding
Against this sky
We’re born and born again
So many times
Before we die

(c) Helen Valentina 2016, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Budding

  1. John W. Howell says:
    January 6, 2016 at 10:38 pm

    The idea of being reborn is a comfort. Lovely poem Helen.

    Reply

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