Green buds of hope unfurled from seasoned branches in the radiant glare.
Their tender fingers opening with naive certainty,
Oblivious the clear, cloudless sky would bring a view of sparkling infinity in hours.
The insulating security blanket had rolled back to reveal
The infant leaves’ first glimpse of the starry night sky.
A marvel of hypnotic celestial clarity
And the gnawing bite of bitter frost.
Sophie Harrington 2018