As annually stately trees
dye their tresses,
and lowly bushes
wear gold dresses,
also for us a time to shine,
before we fold our dreams
and rest in fullness.
Prime time, before we
circle to eternity...
And endless circle--ahead
there always beams the
glory of another spring.
Every earthly thing,
rested, rises to grow again,
souls to glow--in
higher realms, sing!
Beautiful! Winter is no more than a long night where our trees, bushes and plants take their rest. Spring is morning and Summer is the day to live. God's cycles vary but they are always the same.
God Bless,
Lew
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
God Bless,
Lew