Black laced sky

swallowing itself

as the Ouroboros

devours another season

Spring has come

and gone

leaving a harvest

of fruition in its wake

Sun primed and ready

to lift its fiery head

on high

in a Summer Solstice rise

Ash to ash

dust to dust

these worries

are washed away in the flames

Lay down and rest

the sorrow is over

light is a salve

of new beginnings