A Morning’s Promise

photoHave you ever noticed that some buds just seem to tremble with hope?

No matter what woes I, or the larger world are suffering from, this beauty will unfold this day without fail.

Thus am I broken and mended—all beneath a pale pink flower’s gentle gaze.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Writer's Life and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s