Origins

ORIGINS Winter’s shroud Urges meditation Adornment so scant only Heaven’s light to cheer the lonely In springtime though Peeping buds awaken Tiny origins thrust Ease one’s contemplation Tulips germinate Sans nature’s later flow And mind’s eye gravitates To roiling roots below Spring’s full blown riot Must pose eyeful question But a moment chime perhaps Soul’s true direction Is such splendid array A vein traveling invitation To some hidden house Of God’s creation? Alas belittling mortal speculation Winter’s origin winter’s shroud – She sleeps sleeps as needed By all of nature’s crowd Dave Austin