A reflection on the unprecedented, most remarkable season and the beauty God creates amidst it.

“For a Time”

Your edges jagged,

Your veins withered and brown,

You are not vibrant reds and oranges--

You’re curled and crumbled from ravages of time.

Your beauty becomes tarnished

Quickly, for your dwelling is a

Cramped one, enduring trampling

And traveling

Will the grass below your dense blanket

Survive your greedy squandering?

You say your wear is unfair, yet you gulp all the space you can in your

short being.

Your beauty is for a time, but

Your onlookers know you are the

Beginning to the winter’s chill and

The end to animating green for some time

The last of you flew beside this frigid bench,

Brushing against the new powdery white slush.

Oh, how you come and go so swiftly--

Lug your beauty back briskly