Ode To A Georgia Spring

In Springtime there

the dogwood rides

a cavalry in white.

And red-bud captains

scarlet cloaked

are flanked

on left and right.

‘Tis fleetingly

those flowered troops

so arrogant-so gay

ride up and ore

the Georgian hills

and suddenly away.

James D. McCollum

“Something dies, but something new is born. Which is why the chaos of our times is, in a strange way, a sign of hope. Something new is being born. Out of chaos, a star is born.”

Ilia Delio scientist and Fransican Sister