new growth engulfed
in the white
of cold age;
the highlands seem
to afford such.

and Beauty defiled
in storm's
passionate rage,
hinders but doesn't
hurt much.

the Mother renews
in a patient
display,
Father is fickle
it seems;

and weary hearts
feed on the
fruit of Decay,
and Honesty thrives
in a Dream.

04/26/2003

Author's Note: The Season and Nature are obvious, but it's also allegorical. Written on site in Logan Canyon, Utah.

Posted on 04/27/2003
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