But to Treasure Time

...into a new year

I've seen the bright lime moss in winter fog
God's diffused canvas.
The dogwoods in spring
contrasting white on nubby branches.
Mist blowing off crashing waves
of forested seaside coves in summer.
Persimmon leaves of primary yellow and red
in autumn.

I've looked through windows of time
in unknown seasons.
Watched the sun sweep low over red barns
Christmas trees dancing in distant fields.
Ran my hands down the side of majestic creatures
as kittens wrestled in shoe strings.
Felt the drumming rain pour over my head
in cities, on lakes.

Miles between two states
wheels churning snow.
The clapping thunder
of chariot clouds.
Solid white
in blackness. 
Light and dark
Breath and death.

Windswept summers
of sand between toes.
Memories of children
and laughter and kites and stones.
The kettle rings
in four o'clock warmth.
Have I changed? no
but to treasure time.
 

Happy New Year and may God Bless you and keep you always. ox