To Our Wondering Ways...

I watched with a tinge of envy as round and round he went...through the forest of flowers, pausing every now and then to gaze at the colored spires.

The Painter plays with shades of grays and blues

Offsetting gold over moldering deep

Vermilion and persimmon-flavored hues

Rouse downcast eyes to skim earth’s singing sweep

How small we are when looking up, how tall

This world of wonder is above our noise

How somber-sweet the deployment of fall

How riveting the death of summer joys

Sometimes we climb so that we can look down

On places that grace us with looking up

Sometimes we are astonished at the gown

That clings to the surface of time’s wee cup

The canvas of new day waits for our touch

The touch of its Maker fills our gaze

And we are glad that He loves us so much

And spills His wonder to our wondering ways

We come to expect it; wonder-full

We come to covet certain certainties

God does not disappoint; his earth is full

Of wonder-woven, season-cloven trees

© Janet Martin

Are the trees turning yet? We ask and watch and wonder anew at Nature’s Changeless Ways…