years go by: three short poems and a prose poem

years go by and gift of a new Spring

years go by . . .
grateful for the
gift of a new Spring

years go by
leaves fall
time of rest
then rebirth
God’s time
not mine

PROSE POEM

Forsythia leaves are falling now too. The way the light falls on the perennial gardens and paths is beautiful. Daffodils, primroses, ferns, daylilies, and wildflowers will return. Orange pumpkins add bright color to the scene. As wonderful as the flowers were, are, and shall be – this restful beauty is so welcome. I enjoy October colors, and then November as well.

Post update: June 28, 2021