Continuum
Dawn iced the birdbath and crisped the sunless air
to show time for winter to claim its shivered share.
Indeed the season is born again anew
just like the ones as a boy I knew.
So it is with every season since planet’s birth.
Each comes again asserting its worth
and blessing during its stay Mother Earth.
This winter now upon me will be endlessly back
in perennial wave after wave
ages after snow first covers my grave.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2020
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