By Pastor Dr. Ronnie Wolfe
For Aunt Nellie (Maddox) Drury Garrison
May 14, 2013
Each day of Spring brings welcomed flowers,
Soothing breeze, and flushing bowers.
Anxious plants anticipate
Their foliage green and buds not late.
Then pushing through the warm, moist soil
Come daffodils with stressing toil.
They grow as tall as Spring allows
And hope for safety from the plows,
Reminding me of a lady fair
Like a whisper in the air.
The Spring grows weary as time flies,
And Summer comes with brightened eyes.
This lady, like a flower, goes on
And cares for husband, child, and home.
Her private duty goes un-praised
Like hanging flowers on porches raised.
But as the Summer stretches out,
The flower dries; there is no doubt.
Then Autumn brings its golden hue,
The lady starts to come in view.
The Spring’s dear brightness is gone by.
The Autumn shuns the Summer sigh.
The Autumn daylight fades the brown,
But it brightens as the sun goes down
So the lady comes from Spring’s bright show,
Through Summer’s harshly sunlit glow.
In Autumn’s coolness here she stands
‘Fore winter’s coldest shadow lands;
The lady fair sits warm with grace,
Happy countenance on her face.
So stands she firm on God’s good earth
And gives God glory in mounting mirth.
Spring and Summer have gone by;
Autumn’s here, and with a sigh,
She stands here firm at every hour;
Enjoy the sunset on the flower.
The flower has beauty through the day,
As in her life she’d live and play.
But there is no beauty for this hour
Like the golden sunset on the flower.