Poet’s Corner – Hope

Hope comes quietly, slowly,
like cat paws, tentative 
but determined, on a narrow ledge.
The first brave show of green leaves
in the cold garden.
Moments of seeing what could be
and how we might get there,
like guiding flashes of light on a dark sea. 
Hope is a lighthouse,
a first green promise, 
the moment we choose to try.

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