Who hasn’t admired the beauty of the first green leaves of spring, the shimmering of summer leaves in the light, the gorgeous reds and golds of leaves in the fall? But what of leaves in winter, no longer bright, but displaying the delicate pattern of their veins, showing a subtler beauty to those who will take the time to look down?
Where will you find subtle or hidden beauty today?
Where will you find subtle or hidden beauty today?…
Today? It seems I can find no beauty – subtle, hidden … none. Only loneliness.
Dwayne