"Nature never did betray
the heart that loved her."
~William Wordsworth
I stand in awe at Mother's
beauty, her gifts to one and
all. I worship at her feet and
am ever wowed at glimpses
of her personality.
Days when not a breath of
air stirs. Others of gentle
winds and rustling leaves.
Times I feel frightened . . .
ruthless winds announcing
a storm is at hand.
The seasons bringing their
display of different moods.
Spring begins a show and
tell of a summer soon to
become.
Summer is such a delight
of joy through sun and
warmth, fam picnics, visits
with friends and long days.
As summer fades into fall,
I find leftover bits of days
of yesteryear. Still, the eves
bring nips in the air and a
promise of weather I don't
much care for. Alas, not my
call!
Winter has its own beauty
and as long as I'm sitting
by my fire and only peeking
out at the falling snow, I'm
content. Add in a bit of hot
anything and I can almost
deal with the freezing cold.
My heart goes out to those
who suffer Mother Nature's
rage demonstrated in floods,
earthquakes, and other forms
of destruction.
Still, I will ever love her, sit
at her feet in meditation and
thanksgiving. Methinks she
is indeed a goddess . . .
