
Changes come
in heart and mind,
A shifting season
cruel and kind,
Changes come
in wind and sky,
When trees release
their final sigh.
Changes come
in the fire’s glow,
A fleeting warmth
’ere winter’s snow.
Changes come
in loss, in gain,
Through withered leaf
and whispered rain.
Changes come
in dusk’s embrace,
A quiet strength,
a softened grace.
Changes come
to break and mend,
To mark beginnings
from an end.
Changes come
through grief, through flame,
To strip away
what bears no name.
Changes come
with truth untold,
Revealing strength
that’s deep and bold.
Changes comes
to root, to rise,
To teach the heart
new ways to fly.

~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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I live this poem, Morgan. Yes, indeed. Changes are all around.
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Thank you so much 🙂 I love this time of year. So warm, spicy, and cozy!
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