Seasons change, a year has passed,
next year God willing … is a promise cast.
Spring, the gift of life renewed, slips away;
the heavy scent of Summer blooms.
Honeysuckle flowers shed their heads,
replaced by berries ripe, warm and red.
Autumn’s wisps of wood smoke drift on the breeze;
then winds that strip the mantles from the trees.
Winter's white coat of snow and frost,
pause, take time … all is not lost.
It’s time to rest, to review;
charge batteries, plant seeds anew.
It’s time for me, it’s time for you; the time is now.
Stretch out your hands
and grasp … the Gift of Life.
The Gift of Life
“Spring’s vibrant promise …”
“With fledgling song and light ignited,
soon larks will rise o’er meadows
couched in clover;
swallows will return from
* * *
“As days go by, soon ours will be high cirrus
and resurgent days of sunshine:
ours will be warm expansive days set fine.”
* * *
“Summer’s bounteous blessings …”
“Autumn’s burnished radiance …”
“Bright sun self-poised 'cross brow of hill,
first light is ever-changing now;
buttering the valley's protected folds
Fall’s high-misted canopies
ignite with gold”
* * *
“Winter’s frosted raiment …”
“God willing … we will wake next year,
well-served by nature's benefaction,
and the life within her sheathes.”
* * *
The loom of life … as our
untrodden paths grow ever wider,
and our seasons creep along the years;
the power of the human spirit;
may our faith and hope shine ever equal,
and protect us all against our fears.
And as we unite to guide the shuttle,
and weave immeasurable threads of gold;
may we all treasure our tomorrows;
and share … the beauty of nature’s blessings,
as each precious day unfolds.
A Season of Hope
What Price Life?
Gift of Life