light pouring into a promise

Another reminder of an ongoing exploration into what the process of ripening might be (from Panhala) ~

Ceres Looks at the Morning
(excerpt)

I wake slowly. Already
my body is a twilight: Solid. Gold.
At the edge of a larger darkness. But outside
my window
a summer day is beginning. Apple trees
appear, one by one. Light is pouring
into the promise of fruit.

Beautiful morning
look at me as a daughter would
look: with that love and that curiosity:
as to what she came from.
And what she will become.

~ Eavan Boland ~

(The Lost Land)