Bright yellow light
blinking on a spring night.
A beacon light of danger
warning of change.
Ever present the light
it is only a temporary device.
Suffice it to say ~ a light of destiny.
Yellow ~ as the color of the summer sun
yet the sky changes
and so does the light
that blinks at night.
Destinies change
so do people.
The beacon can be one of hope that
remains alive forever ~ when viewed correctly.
© 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
