by Joan Williamson
The ground is cold and nothing grows.
I await the blessed spring. Soon earth
awakes and changes show in every
The ground is cracking from beneath,
soon leaves stretch forth and shine.
The unforgiving winter yields its place
and springtime is divine.
Flowers romp, sweet winds cavort
and robins pace the grass looking
for their breakfast there where
rainbows sing and dance.
The sweetest breath of summer
comes and soon warms the coldest
heart. Cornfields toss their leaves
in time and winds thrill with songs
Every facet of nature glows. Each
aspect plays its part. The earth is
humming its own tune and holds
God’s gentle heart.
Soon autumn comes, the hoary
frost breaks the back of things.
Snowflakes fall, snow mountains
grow and winter now is king.
Each season stays in its own
place and knows when to come
and go. I await the spring again
this year as I watch the seasons