Seasons - Poem by Sara Militello
Rejoice while you may, in winter's frigid hand
that coats a stillness to the day
before avid spring arrives again
to melt its cloak of snow away
and keep its promise of newness in all things
for nature's creatures to nibble tender shoots
of new-grown marsh hay
as paisley blossoms adorn proud trees
to grow succulent fruits, the north wind
in final flight to track frosty fingers
on other routes.
In Spring, quiescent ponds
from restful slumber awaken
as melted thaw becomes curious brooks
meandering in their idly winding way
and colorful gamboling fish are taken
that eagerly snatch at myriad expectant hooks,
and sure as light, the sound of chickadees lisping
their faint notes all snuggled and warm
in feathery coats, though a canopy of snow
be somewhere on the ground.
And just ‘neath snow's recent thaw will be
meadow creatures - stirring on cue
shaking fully free of winter's frigid spree
as Summer arrives all perky and new;
just like all things of youth in respite
from academe bask in the full warmth
of our Sun; picnics in the rain, canoe trips
down-river and joy available most everywhere.
When fall arrives to change the mizzen
the scene in glorious color is bathed,
falling leaves lending more than a smidgen;
baby creatures nestle 'neath, unfazed.
And so goes the panoply of Seasons alright!
For each of God's beloved creatures,
a separate experience, a separate sight
and to each of each a separate feature.
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