Changing Times

And so it ends....
That affair that summer had with spring,
And with it the light and warmth that christened this fling.

And so it ends,
Now as the leaves turn yellow,
The sounds of nature are soothing and mellow.

The end.
The first flakes today descend,
Under the soft weight the strongest branches bend.

There is silence,
And a kind of ethereal Conscience,
Attempts to understand Transience.

It sees there must be beauty.
Beauty in the realization of life's fact--
Nothing ever remains in fact.

But again begins
Life anew. Winter to spring.
The Constant of Change. Amazing!)