A change is coming…
Slowly,
It disturbs the air,
Like a supple breeze
In early spring
Sifting over a sill
Of an open window.
A change is coming…
Quietly,
It advances on tiptoe
In soft stocking feet
Barely making a sound
Like a whispered secret
Delivered in a dream.
A change is coming…
Unseen,
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…
Secretly,
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.
Yvonne Horton
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