Status Updates From The Rosemary Tree

The flowers about him, many-colored beneath the sparkle of the dew, the branches misted with green and swaying in the morning wind, the rose-tinted sky of this April morning, were the faint reflection of a glory he had known and possessed still as seed in the darkness of the soul. He would know it again when the seed had come to flower.

Above all, she loved the dawn skies with their alternations of bright beauty, flaming so quickly to the penultimate splendor, then passing from glory to glory until the colors were lost in the splendor if the full day. Her eyes could never seem to catch the moment of change; in the span of a breath one glory had passed and another was passing and she could not halt the moments as they came...

"Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green,
Goddess, allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now, that was your knight."