HOPE
The leaden, barren branches silhouette against the sky.
There is no hint of life within that mortal view can spy.
The weeks to come will bring forth life, now dormant,
Out of sight.
'Tis only Mother Nature that brings blossoms verdant,
bright.
Then suddenly from dull, grey skies the brilliant fowl descends.
He's not alone, for quickly joining are his flying friends.
Each puffed, as swollen, nestles down upon his chosen
Bough.
A very different sight we see...
The tree is blooming now.
A sudden movement, then a swish, as they become a prey.
Thank God for this reminder...
Spring is truly on the way!
***
JA Heitmueller
The leaden, barren branches silhouette against the sky.
There is no hint of life within that mortal view can spy.
The weeks to come will bring forth life, now dormant,
Out of sight.
'Tis only Mother Nature that brings blossoms verdant,
bright.
Then suddenly from dull, grey skies the brilliant fowl descends.
He's not alone, for quickly joining are his flying friends.
Each puffed, as swollen, nestles down upon his chosen
Bough.
A very different sight we see...
The tree is blooming now.
A sudden movement, then a swish, as they become a prey.
Thank God for this reminder...
Spring is truly on the way!
***
JA Heitmueller