Natures_Rhythm

Nature's Rhythm

Walking the sleeping avenue
The silent voice of winter,
Whispers a familiar tune.
Of others who have walked this road alone,
And begs me to walk tune in.

The snowy cloak before me,
Is the seasons gift, I realize.
Intended as the prelude to renewal,
Safely hidden for a moment,
From would be prying eyes.

Beneath the cloak of winter,
There's a miracle taking shape.
The gentle crocus stretches out it's petals
For instinctively it knows,
A birth will soon take place.

Relunctantly, the season is beginning,
To give rising sway.
To the glory of the sunshine,
As it brings to life another day.

Nature's voice is calling
All it's forces to rise as one.
And with gentle arms embrace the world,
Faces upturned toward the sun.

Credits

Photo compliments Doug Littlefield and Nutrocker
Used with permission.

Celtic Castle Design ~ Graphic

Border Compliments of Graffix of Eden

Fall Days Evolution
Main Index