Simple Sunday-I Spy This

Words of wisdom say

"To every thing there is a season"

I spy this with my eyes

in the cool of the woods

Harsh Season laid it's
 iced white death sheet
over all earth here
catching many with it's
cover of somber cold
making life inanimate
silent skeletons tease
 of once was
 A land abandoned
overcome by muted mood
  Time finally ticks to
Season of Sun
warming the cold, dormant sod
beckoning below growth
 nature awakens
roots stretching, reaching
eager for fare
continuing it's rhythm
non to on
Browns beget green
slowly growing over old
dewy days dripping
with primeval purpose
I spy this with my eyes
"To every thing there is a season"
Words of wisdom say

CCB
3/19/2015