As the Leaves Begin to Change


My Love, let us not feel somehow rejected as the leaves begin to change,

as if summer is walking away from us, slipping through our fingers.

We will always have our walks along the beach living,

seashells washed by the waves.


And let us instead believe we are loved, drawing strength

from the colors brighter, and encouraged

from the coolness in the air.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies


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