Oh, how I long for spring. Every inch of brown and muddy earth seems a victory, wrestled back from the tenacious hold of winter. The mud may suck and clutch at the soles of my wellies, but at least it isn’t frozen, at least not on the sunny afternoons. I will ignore today’s weather forecast, which shows snow of varying amounts on five upcoming days!
I’m back on the lake for a time, caring for my dog and cat friends. Here I will watch the ice as its character changes, until finally it will be gone. The kayak rides promisingly on top of my RAV4. Paddles, PFD, seat, are all handy in the back. It won’t be long.
While we’re waiting, here’s a poem I wrote on another early spring morning…
God in Nature’s Song
Tendrils of rosy mist swirl in tantalizing morning dance,
as God hints,
Beech leaves rattle, delicately breaking winter’s icy silence,
as God whispers,
Spires of deepest feathery green climb the endless azure sky,
as God beckons,
Raindrops drop a gentle soothing patter on an unnamed lake,
as God sympathizes,
Lady slippers shyly bow, delicately framed in darkest brown,
as God rejoices,
And those who truly listen, pause in understanding wonder,
as God speaks.
Inspired by Romans 1:20 – Ever since the creation of the world his eternal power and divine nature, invisible though they are, have been understood and seen through the things he has made.