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