waters

in spring showers, we
turn cartwheels,
      watching
   the droplets shimmer
   into rainbows;
on hot summer
      afternoons,
   we float lazily
   down the river;
on autumn afternoons,
   we bob for
   apples in the
font
      when
   no one is watching;
on snow-covered
front yards we
   make snow
             angels
side-by-side;
in every season,
      you remind us
   of our baptism,
Beloved.
 
© 2018 Thom M. Shuman