Do they dream
those not yet opened buds?
Before there are flowers
do the slow-unfurling petals
imagine the face
of the sun?
What do the buds know of the world they are about to enter?
I’m always fascinated by the giant leap between development and living.
For more waking to mysterious worlds, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
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