There was beginning and there was ending. <br />And the Time between, <br />when Goldenrods foretold Spring, <br />when vining green held Winter. <br />All to be. Yonder. Past the Present... <br /> <br />Ripe tomatos dew dusted, <br />cradling ice centers...did you see? <br />Hail, hearted with first morning glories... <br />were you there? <br />In the cyclones all around <br />did you see the picnic ground <br />awash with blue, red, blankets... <br />Were your eyes open? <br /> <br />Sight is for the seeing... <br />Sight is for the blind. <br />Sight within the Darkness... <br />Sight to feel that <br /> <br />Seeing is believing.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-spring-of-sight/
