Seasonal Guessing Game

November 21, 2017
By mo.s.wisconsin.13 GOLD, Dousman, Wisconsin
mo.s.wisconsin.13 GOLD, Dousman, Wisconsin
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When leaves are cut by God’s angels with safety scissors,
rough edges colored in with watercolors with each new season.
Snow added with each coming winter,
and blossoms in spring drawn with the tip of a marker.

While we watch with wonder as God colors the world with his mind.
But when He takes those markers and colors in the summer sunset,
that’s where the real magic happens.
We, as people, can almost taste those colors.
Sunsets: pink Starbursts, the best flavor.

When we are cozied up with a coat and cap,
how can we dislike the cold and snow?
A light jacket in spring is all we need as we watch the world come alive.
And in summer? We wear no coat and see the world on fire!
Finally fall, we put on that jacket and watch the world rest.
It is hard work being analyzed by billions.

When each season passes, we thank God for our blessings.
Thank you for the warm in the cold,
the blue in the gray sky,
the sun in the dark,
the yin in the yang.

With each new season we wonder what will come next.
When will the leaves change?
When will the snow appear?
He keeps us guessing but that’s the fact of life.
It’s a seasonal guessing game: ready to play?


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This poem was written as a group: Megan P., Alex Y., and Molly S.


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