This is a beautiful springtime.
Trillium and crocuses surround my home.
I cannot find their seeds and I lament.
As weeks pass by, my seedlings explode.
I have a busy routine to care for them.
I am filled with awe because the results astound me.
I see wonderful medley of colors and forms.
I imbue my works with care each day.
I know time is capricious and cold.
Tomorrow will arrive as a stranger.
I feel deeply and weep.
My Lord’s gifts are unearned.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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