The Tides of Change

A change is coming…



It disturbs the air,

Like a supple breeze

In early spring

Sifting over a sill  

Of an open window.


A change is coming…



It advances on tiptoe

In soft stocking feet

Barely making a sound

Like a whispered secret

Delivered in a dream.


A change is coming…



It hides in shadow,

Occasionally caught

Like a flash of light

In the corner of an eye

It shines bright, then flits away.


A change is coming…



But with all its stealth,

I am aware that it’s there

And with that knowledge

I keep moving forward

As I begin to prepare.