New beginnings...

A few lines from Tony Hoagland's poem

A color of the sky that speak to me on this day of spring...
What I thought was an end
turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall
turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.
Outside the youth center,
between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,
dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,
so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week making beauty,
and throwing it away...