Thursday, July 10, 2014

see how they trust.






there is a kind of glory
in the tattered and the threadbare,
the faded and the worn.

see how the daisies gently tilt their heads
to catch the morning light?
 how they hold themselves upright,
despite the ravages of sun and storm
and inevitability.
how they ready themselves
for the seed-time, the time of endings 
and new beginnings.

see how they trust.