Change of season

The hidden mystery weaves and pulls,
Change transcends,
Full and palpable,
Leading the way,

Crisp air inflate my lungs,
And my soul awakens.
The ancients reborn,
And I see through new eyes.

The in between is near,
And the magic returned,
That is when I exhale,
And stand on level ground.

Reviews

[Ruth]

The wheel forever turns and seasons welcome new energy, each season a blessing to be welcomed by and observe, lovely write Rebecca :)