Thursday, October 29, 2015

Riotous Glory

Riotous Glory
 
The branches are tipped
in riotous glory.
There is no whispering now--
only a fullness
of unflinching colors
boldly presenting themselves
before the great inevitable
fallow time before
a fresh becoming.
Do I dare
desire likewise for myself?
 
Kimberly M. King, RSCJ