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
