Poetry

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WHEN SEASONS CHANGE

As icy waters trickle
Down the babbling brook
Caressing stones smoothed by time
Trout swim to avoid the fisherman’s hook

Unexpected storms blow through the South
Creating havoc and destruction all about
Try as you may to get out of your own way
Words of destruction leave from your mouth

There is a season where trees drop their leaves
Nature sends her message, “It’s time again”
Given birth, to her breast the baby cub cleaves
Come as you may, leave as you please

There comes seasons in life for plenty
The wise store up for when there is none
There are no guarantees for a tomorrow
It’s better to have planned when it’s all said and done.

By Rick McGrath, Ph.D.

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