The butterflies are gone.
The bees are gone.
The sun is gone.
Heat is gone.
The land languishes
Waiting for the ambush
Of cold and snow
And the melting
That will send spring again.
This is the time of year I feel morose. I hate winter. I hate cold. Snow has no appeal for me. This is the time of year I embrace suffering rather than hope; find negativity more natural than optimism.
I have no right to feel that way. God made both summer and winter and had reasons for creating both. Some people love winter and cold and tramping around in the snow, or hooking up with skis and winter sports equipment. And some folks hate summer and hot temperatures as much as I hate winter.
I haven’t found a cure for my winter dread, but reading Ecclesiastes helps. King Solomon was the richest, wisest man in the world. He wrote, To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted.
Winter is a time of plucking up. A time of dying. Butterflies are gone. Bees are gone. Sadness would stay, except I’ve read the next book in the Bible, Song of Solomon. The winter is past. The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Spring will come again.
The Bible promises: While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease. Genesis 8:22.
2 thoughts on “Bye Butterflies Bye”
Oh Steph, I wanted to cry when I read this. I so know how you feel, but the bible is write, spring will come again and we will endure winter together. Pluck up your courage, my friend!
Pff, the bible is right, not write…I’m busy writing…haha.