Life teams with newness—tender lily shoots tipping out at
the creek’s surface, touching air and sky.
Wet unfurling curled cone leaves ribbon out on slender stems, lushly
engorged on photosynthesis and early sap flow.
Peeps and chirps, delicate as baby’s breath, fill a background
silence of earthy under-story in the dense oxygen-rich landscape, merging fauna life
with flora.
The fullness of newness.
The culmination of cycles—waxing of a full moon, extending her feminine
edges in tandem with the light—of not only her cycle, but in conjunction with
the solstice—both reaching newness of boundary, yet ancient.
Long ago now, without beginning and with no ending, in my
short lifetime. On and on, life begins--
waxes, wanes. Tender. Expanding.
Maturing. Closing. Only to begin again
and again and again.
Kat
20 June 2016
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