For Every Thing
Seedlings sneak forth from the snow-dampened earth
Winter's sigh fades in the the wind
Memories of seasons and years where once planted
a mother, a father, a mentor, a friend.
Joyful anxiety! Cautious -- desirous --
the season has come; it is here!
Petals shouting brightly! Blossoms sweetly singing --
the season has come! It is hear!
Time hallowed hopes of the summer arrive:
Exhultation! Rejoicing abounds!
Songs understood from time-ripened growth
Climbing earnestly up towards the clouds
Squirrels joust playfully, still slightly warefully
in warm well-known days with the sun.
The landscape's familiar, horizon's peculiar
in warm well-known days with the sun.
Now the statuesque trees of an earlier summer
begin a new season of change
And stores from the harvest of meadows and forest
are carefully planned and arranged
These acorns of wisdom, this grain gleaned with hard hands
shall not simply fade away soon!
Projecting tommorrows: "These tid-bits we've borrowed
shall not simply fade away soon!"
Now showing their laurels of snowflakes and starlight
stately maples and oaks stand firm,
Enjoying their moments of present past future
and the warmth they had strived to earn,
The seeds have been planted; this season's behind us.
The time it is near -- it is near
Joyful anxiety! Cautious -- desirous --
the time it is near. It is near!
copyright ©2012 Mitchell Malloy (http://mitchellmalloyblogspot.com/)
Winter's sigh fades in the the wind
Memories of seasons and years where once planted
a mother, a father, a mentor, a friend.
Joyful anxiety! Cautious -- desirous --
the season has come; it is here!
Petals shouting brightly! Blossoms sweetly singing --
the season has come! It is hear!
Time hallowed hopes of the summer arrive:
Exhultation! Rejoicing abounds!
Songs understood from time-ripened growth
Climbing earnestly up towards the clouds
Squirrels joust playfully, still slightly warefully
in warm well-known days with the sun.
The landscape's familiar, horizon's peculiar
in warm well-known days with the sun.
Now the statuesque trees of an earlier summer
begin a new season of change
And stores from the harvest of meadows and forest
are carefully planned and arranged
These acorns of wisdom, this grain gleaned with hard hands
shall not simply fade away soon!
Projecting tommorrows: "These tid-bits we've borrowed
shall not simply fade away soon!"
Now showing their laurels of snowflakes and starlight
stately maples and oaks stand firm,
Enjoying their moments of present past future
and the warmth they had strived to earn,
The seeds have been planted; this season's behind us.
The time it is near -- it is near
Joyful anxiety! Cautious -- desirous --
the time it is near. It is near!
copyright ©2012 Mitchell Malloy (http://mitchellmalloyblogspot.com/)