The Winds of Change

Seasons come,

     Seasons leave,

Rides the cresting windsof change,

Carries proud her sweetbouquet,

Feasts on a chameleonmoon.

 

She speaks with fervor,

     Flaunting favor,

 Dives and drives the heart to fever

Til the rushed andflushed

Believe her maddeningcrush of platitudes.

Banking off her promised boon,

The soft caress of hersweet tune,

The mesmerizing mantraswoons

A ripening of attitudes.

 

But time keeps marching,

     Never still.

Seasons shift andrearrange,

And Mother Earth, herarchitect,

Breathes life into thewinds of change.