In the late winter, snails and worms, ever slower is my theme


Winter weather, frost and sky,

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 invisible,

Nothing that my eyes can 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 we call 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.

As the 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


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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