Fruition

Misfire by Sherry Mayo
Misfire by Sherry Mayo

Of longer days awakening;

Of lifted skies and dawning spring.

From longing unto fruition;

Of reliance and faltering intuition

From those days past to some days hence;

Of plans, and dreams, and happenstance

From whence a new thing has begun;

From there a silver thread was spun

To what end this all may come;

Of this all, what has become?

Of flights and fancy, of peaches, of cream;

Of regrets, of fears, and unlived dreams

The lilting coo of a swaddled babe;

The easy smile of a practiced knave

The Past returns and so it goes;

The wisest of us never knows.

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