Miracle Of Seasons
All that's left is just a spot of glistening
snow. Where the green grass is beginning
to sprout and grow. The miracles of winter are
beginning to fade, life is miraculously recultivating.
And the miracles of spring are beginning to show.
The buds on the trees are telling us so.
Friday, March 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons,miracle,nature,life,god