Dreary or Delightful #Slice 2013

 

We left early on a cold, dreary morning,

Going down the mountain, the dusting of snow 

Tried to cover the dead landscape

But, the woods were lifeless,

The absolute grayness of late winter

Was everywhere.

  

We reached our first destination,

Sang hymns of praise,

Reflected on blessings, prayers,

Opened our hearts,

Remembered His promise

Rainbows follow storms.

 

At the next stop, along with fruits and vegetables,

There was man-made evidence of His promise,

Forced bulbs filled grassy knolls,

 Lilac bushes, were encouraged to bloom before their time,

Reminders, signs, scents, colors to come, soon.

Carefully landscaped waterfalls,
Their man-made pumps

Surrounded by nature's potential

The dark skies, abject grayness of late winter,

For a while, a distant memory.

His promise fulfilled

Rainbows follow seasons of storms.