Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sunday, April 25, 2010


Once again,
This time
Too late in one season,
So early in the next,
Agape's tree
Stands etched
In snow.

On each branch,
Each twig,
Held in its place
Between the sky
And the earth below,
There is a collection
Of the evidence.

I thought
I should never again
See such a sight.
I thought
Such gracefulness,
Such wonder,
To be only a memory

Instead,
I awake to find
The beauty
Of a former time
Made manifest,
Made mine to savor
Once again.