And the circle, unbroken,
turns. Wheel within a wheel, spring
rotates through greening hillsides,
iris flags and rhubarb pie,
driving into summer dressed
its berry-best for wedding
parties beneath cathedral
skies. Autumn, bent heavy with
harvest-heaps of golden grain,
labours to gather itself
in. When winter’s wheel lets Earth
put up snowy feet, tired from
her annual production,
spinning slows, hibernating
heartbeat lulling all to rest.
Each intersects with its mate,
drawing one to its death, one
to its birth; each turn reveals
a sliver, an iota,
one grain more of its Master.
Gorgeous.
Why, thank you!
; ^ )
I really love this, Mel!! The reassuring continual turn of His wheel in our lives–yep, that’s good today. God bless you BIG.
He IS! Grape jelly (my own grapes!) and fresh salsa (ALL my own veggies) gleaming on the counter today. Tired but happy to have something set aside for a long winter ahead that will taste like pure sunshine!
Oh WOW–grape jelly and salsa! Such brilliantly colorful fruit of your labors!!
Very satisfying pursuit. Especially so on a year like this when I can say all the veggies are ‘mine’ – garlic, onions, tomatoes, and peppers. (I’ll try not to get too high and mighty with you over it)… 😉
You can be high and mighty, Mel–doing “preserves” is not part of my repertoire. But I’d be glad to help you eat ’em!
Awesome image & detail!
The circle of the seasons – Love how you touched all season in your poem!
Thanks Rosy! Here we go again, watching the seasons turn. Time really does fly, doesn’t it?
Oh, lovely, lovely; like the song “Turn, turn, turn” and you mention ‘rhubarb’ so that’s entry fee to my Rhubarb Society 🙂 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRg9NkIdjVs One of my all time favourite songs.
I thought it just might qualify me. Yippee!!
It might even qualify you for life-long membership, it was so good.
Do I get a star on the sidewalk?
Of course! And a ribbon and medal to place around your neck 🙂
How meticulously he masters every momentous morsel of carpe diem!
Very alliterative, my dear! 😉