in the silent throes of autumn what seemed dead from spring a violent burst of petaled red - as if to remind from the midst of naked thorns and limbs - that life nor death are never things to be assumed.
no start no finish always unexpected.
what came to life in spring then faded only to appear today as full formed new found cycle defying blossoming - against the seeming odds.
and i i am reminded - as oft i am - of words by another of how life just carries on no matter the passing of one hope to the next
beginnings and passings anticipated.
but then there is always that one that one almost as if "death defying" act of nature of living to remind that nothing
is ever truly gone
even when all dreams of spring seem seasons far gone
you walk up the stairs out the door doing as you always do
there she is
waiting silently without announcement face arms open to the day bowing only to the breezes.