Changes

I'm taking a little reprieve. My brain is spent and wants rest, so tonight I'm sharing a short poem with you about something familiar to all of us; however, some handle them much better than others. 

Changes   

Summer sun sinks fast 

change is due,

the light
the seas.
 

Heartaches never last

if you can,
slow melt
the freeze.
 

Autumn colors splash

subtle hues,
in southern trees.                                                                 

Dust and soul 

and ash,

spring into
eternal ease. 
                     Peace.

                                         Love, Linda