A peculiar perspicuity has been placed…
Where forms by spring soon to be covered,
Now with clarity may be discovered…
Dispensation just for this season and its own particular reason…
For now is granted crystal clarity,
Placed in this in-between-moment,
Of lucidity bequeathed between
True winter and false spring’s unrelenting foment.
For that which we thought to be,
Was only our expectation…
And this season’s perspicacious advisor taught us instead…
The true form of wisdom’s exaltation!
Greet each season in the moment…
Like a stranger upon the path;
With a sense of humble unknowing,
You shall find wisdom’s freedom lasts.
