Mother Nature Knows
that it is time for spring,
time for her to give birth to new life.
She sends up early babies, crocus and daffodil,
but father weather blows them back
with the cold wind of his breath,
saying not yet, not yet.
Mother nature labors
to bring forth the new beginning that is spring,
to release from her womb
buds and butterflies,
leaves and bird eggs
weeds and worms and willow.
But father climate blows his cold,
pacing across the atmosphere,
dropping snow.
Not now, he says.
And mother waits patiently, biding her time
knowing that he cannot hold her back for long.
She will birth the spring,
and once she gets a toehold, there is no holding her back.
Sun will reign down on her with warm encouragement
and she will push until
the season has arrived
in all its glory,
fully born
Life.
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