As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.”Genesis 8:22
She landed gracefully as a swan,
returning from a feeding frenzy,
one early April when the snows fell.
The water mirrored stale blue sky,
as marsh grasses damply nodded.
She landed with wide wingspan,
gliding across the crystal clear water;
waiting to nuzzle in new nest.
Waiting to lay eggs which bring, yet,
another brood of goslings to my pond.