Winter’s Breakfast

First snowfall seen from my bedroom window (photo: Craig Sabin 2019)

A cheery "Oh!" escapes my lips
      as sleepy eye partakes
Of Winter's first assault on Fall,
      my Autumn frosted flakes.
  
(And just like that my mundane muse
      from slumbering awakes.)
  
Then lost in thought I think upon
      the seasons' that I've seen.
The people that have come and gone,
      and all they've come to mean.
  
I silently reflect upon 
      the goodness Summer gave,
Yet somewhere underneath the snow
       lies Summer's sallow grave.
  
My cat meows, I turn my gaze
      she's waiting at the door.
I follow her, she leads the way, 
      my mundane muse asleep once more. 

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Postscript: The seasons, most especially Fall, are a poignant reminder of the brevity of life and the unyielding advance of time. How we must be mindful of the need to redeem the time we’ve been granted and work while we have light and strength. How thankful I am for the certain hope I’ve found in Christ – life eternal, without decay or regret.

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