Seasons

In cold and silent winter,
Flowers die, leaves decay
like dreams of yesterday.
Are the trees struck with panic
as they tremble in the wind
fearing no return of spring
growing old, or losing sap?
Or do they rest in hope
of seasons yet to come,
of summer's wounds to heal,
content to garner strength
till winter's work is done.

When time was full, spring returned
So healing came, I know not how
while carried by the Shepherd
who gave His word that in every season,
"I have made you and I will carry you
I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4


Beside the river in the trees, I found some evidence of spring:

The very fragrant, poisonous to eat, May Apple



Sprawling redbud on the bank

 And Virginia Bluebells

Bluebells littering the ground

So captivated by bluebells, I almost missed the Canada Goose pair floating by.

They stopped to feed in a shallow spot in the river.

"To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
                And a time to every purpose, under heaven".  The Byrds, quoting Ecc. 3:1








"Preparation time is never wasted time." Andrew Womack