Thursday, December 5, 2013


While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, 
and cold and heat,
 and summer and winter,
 and day and night shall not cease.
Genesis 8:22

Summer's over—no blooms
Scent the air as they did on
August evenings
Yet, like a gift, each flower leaves behind
A little wooden parcel of seeds
Some to be nibbled by hungry birds
Some to fall and produce
Another summer avalanche 
Of color and soft ruffled blooms.

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