Morning Blossoms

Morning blossoms of jasmine and apricot
tempt me to hope.
Is it easier to persevere
through seasons of hibernation
and buried seeds,
or through the days of unfurling buds and leaves
which open and close the hand of promise
with disregard for the heights
and depths of expectations nurtured
—and then dashed?

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