These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Waiting for the New Season

Too often we in foolish jest
may tease about the Christmas warm.
A T-shirt worn as Santa's best
brings presents without winter's harm.

"That's Christmas in The South," we say,
remembering not The One, Who's cold
can start upon a New Year's Day,
and last until we're feeling old.

I'm grateful for the respite sun,
which shines on this first month's day past noon.
More days of cold must still be done,
but relief days return real soon.

That springtime's song will sing, again,
brings hope to chilly pates, now wrapped.
The flowers will bloom for Earth and men.
All doors will ope to hearts now trapped.

Seasons come and seasons go
as Living Truth makes life to move.
All forward progress, that we know,
is maintained as His Power behooves.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 19th, 2022