December 28, 2018
Photo by Louis Kozma

Of the Season
A Poem by Jan Kelly

Where green grows, drapes on fences
Grows high on limbs or spreads the ground
Perhaps with flower or fruit
Works well and timely
Knowing the time when they will all
Be white with snow.
Not upset, nor any feeling of neglect
But knowing they must wait their turn –
Obedient nature longs to be forever,
As we do. Nature has its chart and
Lives on.
Can we in our space in nature, be so –