When the Spring comes, God, you help me grow. The word you planted in me shows brightly in all its colors. When the Summer comes, you cool my feet in your river of life. You give me rest under a canopy of trees. When the Fall comes, you nourish me with your bounty of blessings. […]
Winter is chill and you can catch your death of cold. Spring can bounce you in directions too bold. Summer’s so hot, it isn’t funny at all. But mess with Autumn, and you’re in for a Fall.
Even though the first day of May isn’t for a few hours yet, it’s May somewhere. Here’s a poem in honor of the month. Some folks celebrate May Day, there’s Cinco de Mayo, and don’t forget Mother’s day, but I think we should celebrate the whole month in honor of what its name signifies: permission. […]
Dear Spring, On behalf of myself and all those who eagerly await your arrival, please consider this official request. Okay, I know you must be rolling your eyes. I know. I know. Here’s this guy who lives near the coast in the north of California. He spends most of his time in a marine climate […]