by Alicia Beckwith
Time rushes past us in such a hurry
And people around us seem to scurry
With a swirl of color they run
In pursuit of money, love and fun.
Yet, when their wish, they find,
Folks can be so unkind
In their effort to pursue
Walking over all including you.
Colors of so vast a hue
Tell their mood so true
Is it safe to stay around?
Or should I turn around?
Right from the baby blue
Soft pinks, yellow and misty dew
On through youth with red and blue
Hues tell us facts so boldly true.
Colors may change when we get older
Some of us tame a bit, others get bolder
But, still the hue shows the inner side
In spite of what we may try to hide.
Stalwart soldiers stand through time
Bearing nature’s wind, heat and snow
Taxing them but they always win
As in the spring, their life draws back its sap
Once again bringing glory
Dressing those bare spindly arms
That look lonely and spent.
But God is sure to re-dress them for all to see
With their oranges, reds and golds
Trees lose their leafy frocks at different times
It’s God’s gift to us to see them
Right up to the very last because
We know winter’s just a jaunt away
Snow will cover all the ground
Hiding what will happen in spring.
Roses Under the Snow
The snow is burning pink
With its rich and fiery glow,
Holding tight its secret
In the snow below.
Its salmon hue
Is reaching, speaking softly
“Come closer, closer,
Come look and see
Just what I have
In store for you,
Under the snow so bitter cold,
In its warm pink hue.
Gently brush aside
My blanket so soft and light
Sweep away the flakes,
See my petals red and bright
Where someday soon you’ll find me,
Take me to your heart to stay
Where I shall grace the morning
Of your every summer’s day.”
Alicia Beckwith has been writing since her early teens and has previously published poems and short stories. She is currently writing a biography about a small child surmounting many obstacles to survive and thrive.