Anticipations

Anticipations

Life so seldom
Unfolds
As we anticipate,
Hope,
Or even fear

When those luscious
Days of 
Early spring,
Arrive
The ones
Where the sun
Caresses your face
And a light breeze 
Passes by
Carrying joy

Look at the tip
Of those skeletal branches
Keep watch,
For a bud will emerge
A tight green shelter
A womb
Of sorts

It will grow
Reaching out
Reaching up
Further and further
Toward the warmth
Of the globe 
Of molten gold

The green vessel
Will change color
Maybe adding a tint of yellow
As life 
Rises like yeast
Within the shelter


Does the bud feel
pain
Does it know
New life 
Is within
Life which needs
To burst into the light
In order
To live
Grow
And unfurl in all its splendor
Adding beauty
To the world

Does its life unfold
As it 
Anticipates,
Hopes, 
Or even fears? 


Patricia O’Connor