This is a Time of Year, This Spring

Thursday evening, I wrote a little poem, musing about spring.  After yesterday’s adventure (taking the dog for a run with my bike--and taking a tumble), I added some additional verses. 
 
It’s not the world’s greatest piece of literature, but I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.
 
This is a time of year, this spring,
for patience and for hope,
for seeing tiny blades of green
above the bear earth poke --
 
Heads stretching toward the sun
to get the rays they need
to grow into healthy plants
from tiny little seeds.
 
This is a time of year, this spring,
to thank our Lord above
for gifts of body and of soul
bestowed on us in love --
 
when walking down the sidewalk,
seeing birds in trees up high
or feeling needed drops of rain
fall gently from the sky.
 
This is a time of year, this spring,
when a skip come to my step
with winter gone and new life around
there’s cause for greater pep.
 
Still, temps may fall and rise again;
the greening may seem slow,
but this all can help me, too,
in patience now to grow.
 
This is a time of year, this spring,
to go through garage and shed,
and find the buried treasures
for the winter put to bed.
 
Yesterday, I did that,
bringing out my bike at last,
taking our dog out for a run,
though we didn’t go TOO fast.
 
This is a time of year, this spring,
for scrapes and tender knees;
at the end of yesterday’s jaunt
I acquired both of these.
 
I made an unexpected turn,
the leash on the handle bars,
And suddenly, I was on the ground,
almost seeing stars.
 
This is a time of year, this spring,
for lessons old and new,
some things we learned in childhood
are valid all life through!
 
Despite the falls that sometimes come
I never tire of trying
a new adventure out in fresh spring air,
But, later, I may be sighing.

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