Seasons (For Mel) Poem by Andrew Fincham

Those who understand their gardens cannot be hurried
They understand the time

Theirs is a will
That binds with nature

To Plant and raise and tend
To make her still more beautiful

A Spring, to watch over, and protect

An Autumn, to cut and prune and shape

They have the wisdom to leave well alone

And the patience to wait
Knowing there will be time

They do not live for Summer alone

While we like the children
Cry for just a little more
Not believing
There will be another day
As glorious as these

And when called
At the end of the day
They come in quiet to rest
And sleep well
Knowing the work is done

And since theirs is a labour of love
They can accept the Winter
Because they see the beauty they have made
And that which is to come.