The Course of Our Seasons

By Kathleen Gresham Everett

The Course of Our Seasons is filled with angelic messages that await only our awareness. Even the mundane is rendered sacred in the fullness of love's journey. Brilliant, sensitive, accessible...
Dr. Jim Young, AWARE IN A WORLD ASLEEP



The tilt of the earth, rustle of angel wings and the hush of a lullaby bring the reader into The Course of Our Seasons. Kathleen Gresham Everett allows us glimpses into the seasons of our natural world, our spiritual world and the world of our emotions through her evocative and thoughtful poetry. The inspiration is specific and universal - birth, life, death and ultimately, rebirth.
The book begins with the natural world where Everett's love of the Ozarks is apparent. We observe the seasons with spring peepers, sassafras trees and the charm of finches.
The second section greets us with Advent and moves through the church year, as we experience the celebrations and stories of faith.
Our interior life is contemplated in the final section. It opens with a lullaby, then poems of family, romantic love, heartbreak, grief and, finally, acceptance bringing us through our emotional seasons.
This collection of poems celebrates the essence of our world as we move through The Course of Our Seasons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452039275

Kathleen Gresham Everett

Kathleen Gresham Everett and her husband live in a home on Table Rock Lake in the Missouri Ozarks with their miniature schnauzer, LuLu. They happily share their home with her mom and many visiting friends and family. Everett is presently working on a new collection of poems, titled The Phases of the Moon.

Book preview

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Nature’s Seasons

Perceptions and Equations

Without leaning into the wind,

The swiftness of the spin and

Newton’s theory,

Keep feet firmly on the ground.

Time winds into quantum physics-

Years lessen faster

Until life is shortened

By perception and equation.

But the sassafras and willow

Know only sleep

‘Til the vernal warmth

Spins sap and quickness

To each limb and bud

And Spring wakes now

Eternally new.

Vernal Equinox

A sense of

Something

an egg cracking

the lifting of the veil

a dawning

a quiet shifting

of earth

casting of light

golden

a leaping of the heart

a distance sound

softly

hesitantly

nearly

Change comes

Spring Peepers

South wind spinning

Leaves from sap filled limbs.

Buds swelling,

Earth warming,

New leaf pushing,

Wren waking