Each season has its beauty

Each beauty has its time

Each time has its reason

Each reason has its rhyme.


Who builds a better home

For shelter and for food

None but the spider

Does it half as good.


I think I've found the meaning of

The tree, the rock and grass

They all are here to sit upon

When it's time to rest your ass.


To guide, to guide, I mean to guide

Which means that I must walk beside

And show the things that try to hide

In morning sun or eventide.


Sitting among the flowers in the garden

Thinking of the way that nature goes

I thought how wonderful it was of the warden

That we should have this beauty after snow.


Hello mouse.  Still too cold outside?

I've missed your visits by the hearth at night

It's been so long I thought you died

But I never forgot to leave you a bite.

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Kristine Snow's picture

What fun these were to read. You must have enjoyed writing them! I will be back.


Ruth Lovejoy's picture

these are all great!

Melissa Rives's picture

Wonderful little pearls of wisdom!