Category Archives: Seasons

An April Awakening

Bird song calls for an April awakening.
Daffodil responds with exuberant blooms.

The garden absorbs replenishing rains.
Strawberry patch greens and sends forth runners.

Rain barrel awaits its overturn from winter
to begin the seasonal work of gathering.

Deck looks to be populated again by furnishings to welcome guests.
An outdoor oasis of green, bespotted with bursts of yellow, white, purple
and pastels as blooms bring color to the backyard canvas.

Trees that have stood as quiet sentinels through dormant days
now bud and leaf forth in response.

The call for an April awakening comes to all.

© 2025 Daniel M. Cash

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The Lenten Rose

Persistent through winter’s slog
It hugs the ground in determination.

Preparing to respond when sun and light invite,
An awakening of consequential manifestation.

Producing some of the season’s first blooms
As if emerging from a tomb.

Providing hope and promise consistent
With a forgiven penitent pilgrim.

It is the Lenten Rose.

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A Spring Pronouncement

Sprouts of green emerge
from winter’s slumber.
Persistent and hopeful against
the morning chill and March wind.

A foreshadowing of what will be.
Emissaries sent forth as harbingers of promise.
Some have been peeking forth for weeks.

These annual signs of seasonal transition
are visual reminders of rhythmic renewal.
While transitory figures bluster, they steadily return
– bespeaking the more solid footing of creation.

This too will come to pass – shoots of green,
blooms of color, fragrances of life.
Just as that too will one day pass,
noisy efforts at influence and posturing as if . . . . .

One seems very much eternal and offers reassurance.
The other will not last – “vanity of vanities” says the
Preacher of Ecclesiastes.

“A generation goes and a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.” (Ecc. 1:4 NRSV)

© Daniel M. Cash 2025

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September Morn

Dawn breaks over dew laden lawns with the spritz, spritz of sprinklers.

Dogs trot past, humans in tow.
Those artificial green islands shine against the season’s dry, parched landscape.

Soon bikes and backpacks will overflow sidewalks,
as porchlights yield to a school and work day.

Garage doors open and close – signaling the neighborhood’s
release to pensioners and stay-at-home parents.

It’s a September morn.

© Daniel M. Cash 2024

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