Between the extreme realm
of bitter cold
and sweltering heat
lies within my soul
a wellspring
of minute beginnings

Like a newborn babe,
out from the earth
come tiny sprouts,
the innocent infancy
of Spring's bounty

On this big, round ball,
this aged, weathered world
that we live upon,
comes the newness
of rebirth
of renaissance
of resurrection

So I dare not take for granted
any of this life.
crazy or not

Witnessing the heat parching the ground
But the snow caressing it with white jewels
And the Spring showering it with liquid love
I am in awe
Wisely soaking all of this into my being
So I can view
the reaping of Heaven