Rhyme: Spring Forth Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Touching the ball and rotating it
a single complete turn, it could fit
in the palm of the Lord’s gentle hand
and He called His round creation grand.

Summer passed, at some stage late fall
arranged an artic bunting snowfall;
shrouding the broad earth with a white spread.
Frigorific winds swirled like spooled thread.

God tilted….toward the sun it circled,
daylight hours rapidly increased.
Sometime twixt winter and summer…timed,
the sphere began to warm, slowly primed.

And our planet’s source of glowing light
permeated packed snow mounds of pure white.
Refreshed, changed, melted, colorless clear
volumes smooth flowing, like a man’s tear.

Runoff swelled streams, sought its place in time.
Sodden deep dirt made mud and slime;
wet bulbs, roots, seeds hidden in earth clods—
like hunted animals—peas in pods.

Waterways rippled with falling blossoms.
Branches were baptized, sprouted green stems;
flora burst forth into a heyday
of showy buds that hung free to sway.

Just as God the Creator had planned
He held His small world in His right hand;
breathed His spirit of restoration
into one’s death, life, sickness and sin.

And someone said,
'Spring is action-packed and spring is good! '