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
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