From the Gray

Sometimes dreams burn to embers,
and, mourning, convictions scatter
like ashes blasted by the wind.
When the fire’s fizzled, though,
and the burn salved,
a tiny bud emerges from the gray,
not quite new
not as fresh
but there –
there! –
nonetheless.

 

Posted for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh
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