The Advent of spring
Turning on time in its pre-ordained path
The earth in the tilting northern hemisphere
Begins to approach its lover, the sun.
The approach is not remarkable
Except for we who have the gift of awe.
Of wondering at
the waxing and waning of our moon, and
At the ever so gradual heating and cooling
Of the earth beneath our feet.
Now comes spring
With its promise of flowers and lengthening
days,
Clear air, cool upon the pillow,
Nights filled with cricket-calls,
Days occupied by purple martins.
This consciousness prays,
Thanking the majestic creator
Of this turning earth, sun, moon, and
Blessed season.
--March 24, 2013 |