Sand and Seasons

Picture by Melinda Holloway

It's the nature of the seasons.

The conquest of the barren trees.

The cool evening breezes

turn to winter's cold...

Giving reason

for abandomnent

until a return of a summer sun...

Even as the disappearing tide

calls for a beckoning return.

So as the sea

is marked by the mysterious sound

of midnight waves

beating down...

man's pilings and barriers.

All the while

October footprints

are cleansed by an ever changing shore...

all by rhythm and reason...

Yes the changing of the seasons.