Poem: Another Season of Spring

Another season of Spring is here
and again I’m one with the shiny rake.
Will this new tool survive the year,
before in my hand, it eventually breaks?

These annual attempts of mastering physics
of “leaf dynamics”, during the removal of leaves,
is usually a pleasant task of physical joy,
since my searching spirit is at rest and ease.

However, the annoyance of my insect entourage
of gnats, no-see-ums, mosquitoes and black flies
distracts me, from vying for my undivided attention
with their constant buzzing… around my head and eyes.

So I focus on the muted tones of decaying foliage
from last year’s deposit of once vibrant colors.
Gently I’m reminded of cyclical patterns of life,
through the grandeur of the Universe’s Technicolor.

For the leafy myriad of bronze, rust and brown shades,
are steadily scraped together throughout the hours,
in surest anticipation and visualization of…
the forthcoming bounty of grass, plants and flowers.

Under the heavens, there is an expectation of activity,
that corresponds to the occupation of work and toil,
given us solely by God to subtly reinforce the unspoken
and symbiotic relationship between Mankind and soil.

For my faithful stewardship honors the Earth
and blesses the heart of my eternal King.
So I’ll continue to labor heartily unto my Lord,
knowing that there is a time… for everything!

Author Notes

Loosely based on:
Eccl 3; Job 34:14-15

It’s seems that I’ve developed a notorious reputation for unintentionally breaking rakes; the latest one was damaged by me within 4.5 hours of its use.

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Author/poet, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory