While the earth loses more of its splendor,
I memorize the color of its youth.
Fresh scented greens, as mark of its grandeur,
into compost of unspeakable loot.
Stormy skies in the month of sunny May,
cold winter in an Egyptian palace.
The world has turned upside down as they say –
in a harsh way, into bitter solace.
Sadly, I gazed upon a stranger’s eyes,
As I remember its familiar spark.
Still, a lover’s sacred vow never dies –
ever feeling, not a question to ask.
Changes can be unnerving to embrace,
hence my courage, as within your arms – my place.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ April 30, 2011
'Seasons change.'
