Today, believers in my town
—the passionate, the pathetic and the apathetic alike—
display fragrant green pines
clothed with shiny ornaments and bright colorful lights
to enliven their homes
as they skillfully tease seasonal happiness
from this brown, dry Winter day.
They cook, bake, wrap and smile
to fill the holiday with agreed gestures
and quickly harvest the joy that can be had,
storing it up like sap in the roots of perennials,
to survive inevitable harsher days.
These believers, religious or not, know in their hearts
that beauty is only born out of disciplined valuation.
Acting on this precious insight,
they wisely nurture festivals & relationships.
In my afternoon stroll through a nearby field,
I tried to photograph the beauty around me,
knowing that brittle, dead plants are beautiful,
because I chose to value them.
— by Sabio Lantz, December 2014