Springtime in the Virginia Hills

I rise from my patio throne

with heart sorrowing for visions unseen.

My transitory images soon undone,

He cautions never to take thine eyes

From Him, for nature’s shortened green

and mankind soon will die.

Resurrection comes anew each March

By seeds so small ‘til they leaven;

my urge to stay so very large

not get away from earth awhile.

I again postpone my trip to heaven,

for Virginia hills so do beguile

©Russell Kendall Carter