A canopy of darkness
Envelopes the quiet garden
The snow glistens and sparkles
Reflecting the glow of the full moon.
The flowers have gone to rest
Petals wilted, turning to crinkled dust
The trees barren, skeletons now,
Beautiful in their slumber.
Cold, midnight air caresses her skin
Prodding the tiny hairs on her
Exposed arms and legs to stand
Anticipatory and chilling in equal measure.
Her feet bare, she takes the first step
Her big toe gingerly presses
Into the stone garden path
And she inhales sharply at the feeling.
She exhales and looks ahead
The stone path leads to a gate
And further on ahead into the dark
Away from the safety of the garden.
Furrowed eyebrows and determination
She takes the first step
And another
Until her fingers rest on the gate’s latch.
The next part of the journey
Requires a leap of faith
A trust in the unseen, desire to grow
Reliance on oneself more than the world.
She closes her eyes and whispers
A silent prayer to the universe
And without further hesitation
She opens the gate and steps forward.
Hopes and wishes and dreams
Heart full of good intentions
She plots her course and sets off
Beginning at the end.




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