Equinox

It started before he came in

and brought about the freshness

the summer in his speech

He sure bestowed it with a spark

with dissonance and fire

that maybe won't be back

Then he left

and I stayed

and I could  step beyond

the old, worn lines

The truth is it was ripped apart

as metamorphosis demands

Growth and change are never free

but bring about a new start

new seasons.

U. Alba