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


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