by David Andrés Alíx

Sea Buckthorn Berries

The time of sadness has passed

Oh yes! Its season was perfect for a time

Now the season of joy is slated to take the stage

Her colors of bright orange Sea Buckthorn berries against a cloudless deep blue

Warming her cords in the wings, readying for multiple curtain calls

No longer to be offended the Wand Waiver, Time Keeper

Evoking jubilant crescendo and tearful applause