I feel the earth’s spin more each day
In an Infinitismal way,
The press of birds moving south toward warmth and
Fields drying where they lay.
Green to tan and touched by gold
Subdued and dry replace the bold,
Though earth’s spin continues
What once was new now is old.
Til another year starts anew,
And life begins new growth true
To nature’s plan where birds return
And fields bloom.
Spin brings warmer days,
Seeds sinking in folds of clay.
Once more begins the play
Of dew and bud and life renewed
In the month of May.