Silken to the touch, leafy
Sheen of satin, delicate
As unsoiled velvet,
Untainted, unadulterated,
Polished clean, scarcely
Days old, fresh
From Spring’s labour,
Fledgling green
Newness of life,
As it was in the beginning, at
Creation’s inauguration,
Every fibre treasuring a silent memory, the promise
That all things are made new once more.

© Anne Herridge 2019

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