Beyond the Overt

Looking Beyond the Overt

The storm was without thunder.

It pelted the soft delicate petals relentlessly

and without mercy.

This morning the yellow beauties were all

bedraggled and torn.

Just yesterday they lifted themselves toward the

deep blue sky, making a marvelous contrast with their

rich yellow blossoms, the shade of saffron.

I fell to my knees in sorrow for what once was and now was lost.

But they called to me.

They called to me to look closer and see with eyes made clear

With fresh shed tears.

They seemed to sigh with pleasure

when I focused on two petals nestled in the crook of a tree

and saw their covert beauty and felt their smiles

lift up my saddened heart and bring me joy again.

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