For Teresa
It is the seed beneath the snow
That listens for the signs of spring,
And turns to face the gentle glow
Of sunlight as the breezes bring
A warmth we knew a year ago.
The stage is set to change from white
To mud-streaked brown, and palest green,
The dawn has left its brother night
Behind, and sweetly draws the scene
In hints of warmth and morning light.
How many times this gentle wheel
Has spun outside our kitchen’s view;
It makes love breathe, it makes faith real
To see the seasons cycle through,
Much as we move with wobbly keel,
From wind to sun, from snow to rain
We faithfully come round again.
