Ashes

Infant 2020 smiles at us awing us with it’s toothless grins. Parenting a new born is no less a challenge. It’s going to throw tantrums, cry and mess up our sweet plans a bit. Growing old with it will be a roller coaster ride. There will be a childhood of dreams and expectations, and a coming of age marked with acceptance. Then settles an adult grace.

The ritual of old making place for new keeps rolling. In the process we learn, adapt and embrace the stark seasons. We smile through rough weather. Just like the ashes. The leaf scars of these trees resemble a big smile.

This haiku for Ronovan prompt ashes and cocoon.

Pc- Pixabay

new year ritual

cocooned in winter ashes

smiles wait the spring

Have a great week full of hope and smiles 🙂

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