A Season Ends

 

 

 

 

A number of memories have passed through my mind

especially of late.

 

Black Rose and 'little' Dave (he was about 4)

as he took her hand to walk up to a music evening.

 

Black Rose years later,

walking up the same 'road' with another holding her hand.

 

The sound of the waves as they crash against the shore. 

The sun rising over the tide. 

 

Searching for beach glass

and finding a bird's skull.

 

Tea on the hill.

Watching the storm over the sea.

 

We have been seasonal campers for 13 years,

this was our last.

 

We have made some wonderful friends,

had some wonderful times.

 

This year appears to be the year of

change.

 

Why is it that we sometimes

resist change so much? 

 

 

 

Lord, please give us strength.