Seeing is not believing, seeing is the wonder
of noticing the cherry tree in blossom, the foxglove
purple and preening on the ditches between
Kinnegad and Milltownpass; seeing is confidence

that they have their place, in a definite location,
and in summer, and the knowledge that their time
is seasonal as the earth spins and circles the sun.
Cherry blossom and stately foxglove need no faith,

for once noticed they are known. Faith is the trust
needed when their blossoms are unseen, the branch
is barren, the ditch a winter wasted scrub, when we
hope that there will be blooms of purple and white.