Seasons of Change
By David C. Price
From gentle winds off northern skies,
From peaceful rains off mountain slopes,
Come broken soil and new born leaves,
Foretelling harvest days.
From south winds heat, humidity,
From cool air falling suddenly,
The rolling clouds bring thunderstorms,
Threatening whirlwind bolts.
From arctic skies come clippers cold,
From prodigious lakes building clouds,
Bushels gather for darker days,
Slaughtering winter meats.
From Gethsemane came blood, tears,
From Calvary Earth shook in shame,
Heaven’s children can now come home
Celebrating God’s son.
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