NEWS

Hidden Beauty
(a poem for Spring)

It looked like death as
leaves fell in
moments of pause
Life seemed drained
of its beauty
as the grays of
Winter offered
a sense of
finality

But it was simply
Creation holding
its breath
only to exhale
a dawn of
new life

So now it is time
for those who
waited to receive
a new breath
given at the bidding
of time
that passes

We who wait
with impatience
call it “seasons”
but the truth is
revealed in the
turning of a
life that is
larger than us

It is called “Spring” and
its wonder will
last for a while
Falling leaves will
again wait their turn
as the cycle
of life
smiles at how
small we are