Long dark days have passed, shadows pulled into light.
As she sorts through packets, latin and common names
traipse across her lips, whispers of better times to come.
She’s been here before, the place of new
Beginnings and second chances not taken for granted
though she’s not one to make a fuss.
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Fingers dibbing into dark grains of earthly matter
there are possibilities here, creativity unbound.
The riot of summer colour will be her
opus, her light cast into dark places
others fear to tread.
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Such bravery and hope that is here!
Many try and fail and try again, but all
are successful, for the attempt always
was key. Water, light and soil fail
without patience. Hope hovers expectantly.
Shine forth and grow.