Thursday, July 9, 2015

Seasons of Change















It’s a new dawn, an awakening
As the morning dew hydrates
The stale dry grass
Of yesterday.

There is life in the veins,
Pumping new blood
To the dead cells
Of what we’ve
Forgotten.

Morning brings hope
Like Spring brings rain
To wash us from
Our sins.

After a cold and
Heartless winter
Change is in
The Air.