Changing Seasons Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger
Changing Seasons
Changing Seasons
Feel the seasons in the blood of trees,
Ever changing, rest in the waning year,
Slowed and musing deep in holy ease
To sleep once more in the peaceful arms of earth.
Then waking with a rush of emerald leaves
Reaching through sky to greet a warming sun,
And waxing full in summer's languorous breeze
Upon the autumn yield with fruited mirth
The treasure of their glory and increase.
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