Here's Hoping!

 Last night Jim said (while we were watching the All-star Game being played in San Jose, 

while adding logs to the fire to ward of the deep chill from the north)
that he wishes we could move to San Jose and leave this bitter cold behind for good.
 I replied if he moves that would be very sad indeed because
 I am so glad to live in a climate that grants four true seasons, 

so he would be moving all by himself.😀

(no more just chillin' side-by side like two old love-birds)

Then Judy's post this morning added perfect YES-seasoning to

some tids and bits simmering in my poem-pot...

Here's hoping we love each season for what it lends,

because everything in life is but a season!

Here’s hoping we learn to accept what life sends

And love every season for beauty it lends

And never let longing give leave to destroy

With want’s inward pining, today’s would-be joy

Here’s hoping the orchard in winter’s white tress

Rings with sparkling echoes of spent happiness

While wild, the wind whistles up one street then down

Where trees like stark thistles shape harvest’s ghost-town

Here’s hoping we treasure Time’s measure of sand

Aware that whatever we hold in our hand

Is but for a season, like the flowers that bloom

While we cherish, not worship, what none can exhume

Spring; heaven for dreamers with restless bare feet

Summer; like a song of long days, toil sun-sweet

Autumn; awed awareness of Time tender truce

Winter; slows the dreamer once young and footloose

Here’s hoping we learn to let go when we must

To live for far more than Time’s loaned dust-to-dust

To look for the good in each day that God sends

And love every season for Beauty it lends

© Janet Martin

 To every thing there is a season, 

and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Eccles.3:1