What Changed?

By Andrew R. Duckworth

In short, everything.
Sweet blossoms replaced
The chipping leaves-
Nourishment for another day.
The small swallows built their nest,
Let the fledglings rest,
And soon, off they flew.
Green replaced the gold,
Enough for nature’s hold,
And fresh rains
Cleansed both body and soul
With a wakening tear from Heaven.
God, I’ll keep it in my heart
And defrost the frozen parts.