This cold weather has me thinking about springtime
I’m not a fan of 19 degrees and freezing rain. I’m not one to rush Mother Nature, either, but I don’t see the harm in anticipating warm weather. So here is a poem I wrote about the coming of Spring next month.
Spring Fascinates Me
Spring fascinates me.
Nature seems unsure of which way to go.
There’s a chill in the air, at times, because Winter’s foibles refuse to bow out.
I love Spring, though.
Relaxing on the patio or inside the gazebo.
Listening to God’s voice in the breeze
Whispers through the tall oak trees.
Looking up to a perfect blue sky;
God’s cover between Heaven and me.
Two bees landing on a plant I purposely placed near the fence to capture the sun's rays and rain.
Trapped, they seem lost and disconcerted, but find their way out through a gap in the gate.
I sighed a little; I hadn’t finished watching their flighty waltz.
Spring really does fascinate me.
Nature seems unsure of which way to go.
And yes, there’s that annoying chill in the air;
Old Man Winter’s refusal to say so long.
But Spring knows her place.
She’s patient, even as Winter’s passing hesitates.
She knows he has to depart soon, so she bides her time.
