
twisted and broken
life still coursing through branches
beauty yet returns

twisted and broken
life still coursing through branches
beauty yet returns
slivers of blue sky
between layers of dawn clouds
hope yet for sunshine
telltale signs of spring
daffodils and D. S. T.
later than usual
those who do evil
avoid the light of the truth
preferring darkness
there’s no shadow at high noon
all are exposed to be seen
long after the bell
resonating in the depths
ripples of the toll