Time moves slowly, apace with nature's
Methodical, multidimensional, orbiting pace
Events unfurling in warm, yet thunderous
Multihued scripted routines
No time line will offend
What has been scribed upon the wind
She will not regress nor readdress
The balance, on knife edge
All are committed, pledged
When there appears in high definition
That all is in absolute, natural cognition
Bud nor bloom shall not precede
The vernal equinox rapping at her door
The sun's high angle
It will linger 'til warmth offers incubation
All subsequent things she will promptly abort
If they elect to run ahead
Only she will lead
All else is submissive and will succeed
To try to outpace the wind
Gives cause for her to rescind
For only she will
Choreograph the dance, orchestrate the season's music
Conduct the song
We are all Mother Nature's little sing alongs
Ron
Carole~
R~
:)Christine
very well written Jon...
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And the flipside of her mood can be very dark too!!
Love Tinka