Winter weather,frosty skies,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red,
Watching out for seeded bread.
From the sun ,low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes might see.
Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by
But who loves the worms and slugs
And those creatures known as bugs?
So in our dark. cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.
Without these worms ,our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
‘Midst the poppies bright red flowers,
Revelling in soft summery bowers.
Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders,let’s give thanks.
Yet summer lightness needs the dark.
From darkness come life giving sparks.
Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms………………………..
Nature’s lowness is my theme.