Lord of the Wheel

Lupine waterdrop


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.


17 comments on “Lord of the Wheel

  1. I really love this, Mel!! The reassuring continual turn of His wheel in our lives–yep, that’s good today. God bless you BIG.

  2. RoSy says:

    Awesome image & detail!
    The circle of the seasons – Love how you touched all season in your poem!

  3. Gallivanta says:

    Oh, lovely, lovely; like the song “Turn, turn, turn” and you mention ‘rhubarb’ so that’s entry fee to my Rhubarb Society πŸ™‚ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRg9NkIdjVs One of my all time favourite songs.

  4. How meticulously he masters every momentous morsel of carpe diem!

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