The Tides of Change

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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.

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