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THE SEASON OF TRUTH by Alice Maldonado Gallardo

I feel blessed every time I get to come home after a medical procedure…

I find immense inspiration in the Nature that surrounds me. Each season is beautiful, but this time of the year, when we are so close to winter, tends to inspire me the most.

I am more than grateful to be alive and when I look out the window on my way home to be with my son, I can almost feel the energy of Gaia comforting me, telling me “it is ok, everything is fine.” I have learned how to see the world in a different way and Nature is the best teacher, it is the place where I look for answers and clarity, where I feel like I belong, where I find inner peace amidst the chaos and pain of daily struggles.

The Season of Truth

There is a season
between Autumn and Winter
when there are no secrets.
The trees are naked.
The forests are vulnerable.
Your eyes can find
all the little scars,
fragile branches,
and hidden nests
left behind
by life itself.
The structures of man
are no match
to those of
Mother Nature.
Even the highest
church tower
reaching for the sky
could never
capture heaven
as the stillness of the lake
mirrors its perfection.
Divine symmetry
of all the senses.
A complete circle
now exposed
by the light of the
distant sun.
This is the season
of showing
the roots
of all.


Alice Maldonado Gallardo: I was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1966, but at the age of 14 moved with my family to Massachusetts. I studied Latin American Studies at Mount Holyoke College where I was a Frances Perkins Scholar. After graduation I attended Loyola Law School but withdrew to pursue other interests. I worked as Assistant Editor and later as Web and Promotion Manager at the University of Massachusetts Press. I have also worked as a real estate appraiser, translator, secretary, substitute teacher, small business owner and web developer. I live with my teenage son in Amherst, Massachusetts. Three of my poems have been published in an online journal: The Elephant Journal. You can connect with me on Facebook here. 

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Comments

  1. Alice, I love this time of year, too! And, you're captured it's ephemeral presence so well. Thank you!

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  2. Heaven is contained within your very heartwarming and wise words!

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  3. Absolutely beautiful, dear Alice. Your words touch my heart, and your strength inspires me!

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  4. You've come a long way sis. J.S

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