For Ruges by Brother Ryle Bell

For Ruges

A breath of Spring Spring came with all the splendor of a bursting roman candle cherry blossoms painted the countryside with every hue and we were sure the cold had left… at least for now but even as we watched this miracle a sudden freeze did strike the blossoms down with- onesharp icy- blast!

So short a time they almost never bloomed! Spring left So soon, so cold, so quietly that had there not been petals on the ground No one would ever know, Spring came!

Brother Ryle A. Bell © Copyright April 2021