Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Season of Lion and Lamb

 Back and forth the lion paced and raged on Mar.1


Pausing at times to gather his breath...

...only to return with renewed fury!!



and then finally! nothing quite sings hallelujah like headlights turning in the driveway

seeming to say hello, we made it home!!

March opened the door with a lion's roar
But we are not too glum
Because we know March is a door
To meadows yet to come

...then came March 2nd..FRIGID but friendly!
Brusque but beautiful!

Dawn

Dusk








To everything there is a season, 
A time for every purpose under heaven:
Eccles.3:1

Upon a broader meadow now 
The lion roars, the lamb replies 
A song is born beneath a bow 
That runs across snow-tousled skies 
To tumble like a mighty stream 
Through dreams that stir from winter’s sleep 
Where slumber melts beneath the gleam 
Of hope and dusk’s gold-embossed sweep 
That toasts the lion’s noisy sham 
Before the frolic of a lamb 

Earth’s stage is set to whet the duel 
Twixt spring’s advent and winter’s leave 
Now rampant runs the heady fuel 
The sparks both ire and reprieve 
Where morning hoists a pink beach ball 
That Old Man Winter tries to pop 
But cannot scale the polished hall 
The ball rolls up too far to stop 
He throws a tantrum while spring grins 
This is a fight he never wins 

Track records sometimes take a bit 
To prove that some things never change 
In spite of howling hissy-fit 
That spills its sparks to rill and range 
No one can stay the Hand of Time 
Not winter, nay, not even spring 
The belfry from whence seasons chime 
Dangles from an ethereal string 
To set the stage where roars resound 
With meadows where lambs leap and bound 

© Janet Martin 

...and now Mar. 3 waits to make its moments known!
A pretty intro indeed!










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