I’ve been prodding my wife to share a poem related to God and nature. She finally delivered, and I’m proud to post her work here. Thanks Hun!
by Laura Johnson
But for a few pitiful vestiges of summer past,
All signs of life have succumbed to Autumn’s breath,
And cold, gray Winter watches o’er
Dry, brown, crackling Death.
Lifeless and still, impotent limbs
Await Mercy in the silent glen.
An era ends; the air grows warmer.
All around there shines a brighter hue.
The faithful Sun draws nearer,
And–from lifeless limbs–beckons life anew.
Defying Death, Life springs forth.
Winter relinquishes his hold.
Dark, brittle shrouds fall to the earth,
As spring time buds unfold.
Empowered limbs, clothed in might,
Stretch and grow towards heaven’s light.