Changing Seasons

Changing seasons of the heart. A poem of hope

CHANGING SEASONS

August has at last given way to September
The parching heat of summer
To the cool winds of autumn

A million growing things will soon sleep
‘Neath the icy hand of winter
Only to awaken again in the spring

Thank God for the changing seasons
And a million reawakenings of the heart
For of such is the essence of hope