by Carolyn Chilton Casas
I want to welcome both – opening
and closing,
the beginning
and the end,
deluge
and drought,
things lost
and things found.
The bend
and the straight road,
time alone
and with friends,
birth
and death,
softness
and rigidity,
growth
and the decline.
How in the same day
the camelia’s green buds
burst out,
and elm’s yellow leaves
rain down.


