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.