A Change of Season

 

The fall is a deeper shade

of green, tempests come and

go. An hour, a day, they

pass so easily when I

think of you. A bright light

from some Northern source

shines the way to dawn.

If it had always been so

simple, would we still have

seen the truth?

A gift wrapped in tight satin

is like a promise spoken on

a gentle breeze.

The trust it takes to get to this.

Should it be believed?

A prayer unanswered, unasked for

so long.

And then time slips by and yet again

the storm has come. But this time

is different, this time is more real.

The leaves have turned a different shade.

We have moved on again.