Hope

A poem about hope...by David Gate

And yet, hope still follows

like a wagging tail

we may circle to chase

as if it can be caught

it is our terminal condition

to keep imagining 

a better way of living

more in harmony

with creator & creation

with creature & self

but while there is music

& poetry & art

there is still a chance

we can rise into

what the foolish &

desperate dare to call

peace on earth.

The vibrancy of this barberry made stopped me in my tracks....the splash of fall colors were such a beautiful contrast to the deep green of the juniper. 

And there was something kind of fun about this one branch forging out there on it's own. Unfortunately, barberry is considered invasive and a threat to neighboring plantings....so juniper beware!