While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease.
Genesis 8:22
The geese announce the coming spring,
the Red Wings sing its fine melody,
the robins call for rain to come along,
while spring peepers hum a sweet song.
Clouds breakway at morning’s dawn, shines forth with warming sun,
while fields lay barren, brown and dry
as pools of shrinking snow still lie.
It’s here we find the first of spring,
in melting puddles edged with ice,
as crows announce the coming rest;
carry twigs, tender branches for nests.
I am aware it is true each season comes
in increments of time as life goes on.
Seedtime and harvest, heat and cold,
will not cease or unfold as time grows old.
Patti Wolf 