Peripaticity

I feel the earth’s spin more each day

 In an Infinitismal way,

The press of birds moving south toward warmth and

Fields drying where they lay.

Green to tan and touched by gold

Subdued and dry replace the bold,

Though earth’s spin continues

What once was new now is old.

Til another year starts anew,

And life begins new growth true

To nature’s plan where birds return

And fields bloom.

Spin brings warmer days,

Seeds sinking in folds of clay.

Once more begins the play

Of dew and bud and life renewed

In the month of May.