Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Tides of Change


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