Winter weather,frost and sky,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red
Watching out for seeded bread.
From the sun ,low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes can see.
Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by
But who can love the worms and slugs.
And those creatures we call bugs.
So in our dark cold winter time
Praise these creatures in the grime.
Without these worms ,our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
Midst the poppies bright red flowers
Revelling in soft summery bowers.
Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders,let’s give thanks.
As the lightness needs the dark,
From darkness come life giving sparks.
Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms
Nature’s lowness is my theme
How my heart sings 