Seasons Bring Change

The season’s subtle winds bring change, from the skies to the mountains, bearing an autumnal overcoat boasting gold, orange, and scarlet, gradually hushing to a dying chestnut brown. Soon, the warming of spring will throw back its head, laughing at crocuses and daffodils daring to bloom above winter’s malingering snow. The pulse of dawn captures me in its taciturn wake. Above, the trees shed the last of their death and blend in with the persistence of the evergreen. I slowly bend and bleed with the horizon’s edge and hold summer by the hand, laughing and giving autumn a nod, knowing he’d be back one day.