seasonal

"Renewal"

Weary of winter�s lingering day,
I walked along an old pathway.
Sullen and bare were the trees and sod;
There seemed so little here to laud.

Then mid snowflakes, a lacy few,
I saw a crocus pushing through;
And in a treetop veiled with haze,
A robin sang his morning praise.

My thoughts turned to our caring God
Who puts the crocus in the sod.
And lifts the small bird�s heart to sing
At the first faint hint of spring.

I brushed snowflakes from crocus there
And humbly bowed in praise and prayer;
God has sent His spring anew
And in my heart renewal too.

Kay Hoffman

"Spring"

Spring has brought such lovely things-
Daffodils, triumphant wings,
Crocus blossoms, seeds with hopes,
Clover strewn on emerald slopes,
April showers that lightly kissed
Beds of pink and amethyst.
When she woke form mystic dreams,
Wearing robes of bright sunbeams,
Spring stepped out with merry air,
Spreading beauty everywhere.
And when Jesus, from the grave,
Rose triumphantly, He gave
Hope and faith: and they shall bring
Joy as wonderful as spring.

Herman T. Roberts

"Springtime Breeze"

Carefree, gentle springtime breeze
Whisp�ring to the new-clad trees
Bids the birds to wake and sing
Joyful songs because it�s spring.
Bending low, you touch each flower,
Telling them now is the hour
For their petals to unfold;
Spring has broken winter�s hold.

Mauves and pinks and gold and reds
Raise their pretty, ornate heads,
Then from every scented bloom,
You scoop up their sweet perfume.
Springtime breeze, you fill the air,
Spilling fragrance everywhere.
Spring has come! Wake from your dream!
You tell every brook and stream.

Soon the earth is stirred anew.
Chicks and bunnies appear too.
Little children h and shout
As they toss their kites about.
Playful breeze, you skip along
To the beat of springtime�s song;
And atop the greening hills,
There you waltz with daffodils.

Beverly J. Anderson

"Seasons Of The Soul"

Why am I cast down and despondently sad?
When I long to be happy and joyous and glad?

Why is my heart heavy with unfathomable weight?
As I try to escape this soul saddened state?

I ask myself often, "What makes me this way?
Why is the song silenced in the heart that was gay?

And then with God's help it all becomes clear.
The soul has it's season just the same as they year.

I too must pass through life's autumn of dying,
A desolate period of heart-hurt crying,

Followed by winter in whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen as the snow-covered land.

Yes, man too must pass through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge that everything ends,

And oh what blessing to know there are reasons
And to find that our soul must, too, have it's seasons-

Bounteous seasons and barren ones too,
Times for rejoicing and times to be blue,

But meeting these seasons of dark desolation
With strength that is born of anticipation

That comes from knowing the "autumn time sadness"
Will surely be followed by�Springtime of Gladness"

Helen Steiner Rice