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