in reverent witness

in reverent witness

i stand in reverent witness

of the juxtaposition of Nature

and Mother demonstrates her command of time

the Mountain side Canvass is being cleansed

of the remnant of the Winter

that stands in passing

a certain unsurety of movement

and stillness

converging with it’s own obstinateness

The Clouds part

to reveal more of the Sun

as it rallies to the cause

and Mother begins to bare

her palette of colors

of the Spring

and the promise

of Her newest Masterpiece to come

though the sleeping  Old Man of Winter is reluctant

He knows His time is short

but in the most valiant of rebukedness

he spurts forth his defiance

with a feathery Snow

that runs away as soon as it comes

and He lets us all know

that he is not yet done

though He understands the rule of life

and in his most regal stance

He does not fight the fight He can not win

for the Winds that were once His closest allies

now betray His errant purpose

for even Brother Wind knows

that as the Seasons goes

He too must adjust

yes He must now serve

to bring forth the gentle warm breeze

and nurture the Lands

and the Trees

as the Old Man Winter drops

to his knees

uttering his feeble pleas

of forgiveness

to Mother

Mother smiles

and bring forth the Bud

from the Seeds sown

for this very need

and the grounds begin to thaw

and the moisture from the melting snow

begins to flow

to form the rivulets

and the Springs

to feed the streams

this coming Spring

and the thing is

we all are fed

in this reverent witness of wonder

as the things thought dead

are resurrected

again this spring to come

and we all begin to sing

of the coming Spring

deep within our own Souls

for the Children of Life

will soon dance to the rife

of the Flowers

the butterflies

and our eye will behold

The bright Sun of year old

again embrace us

in the fields of glory

and my friend

this is the story of our life

as we stand

in reverent witness

© 10 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.