A Change In The Weather

There is a change in the weather

A coolness to the breeze

On an otherwise warm morning.

Something has shifted

The season poised to change

The feel of things different

From just the day before.

The birds have come to ground

Covering my yard and garden,

Three to find the greenhouse

Trapped for a moment

By walls and windows

That they cannot comprehend

The wind rises even as I write

As does that restless sense

Of urgency

That so often ruled my life,

If now settled

But restless all the same,

As the heightened emotion

Of instincts long held

Threaten every aspect of security.

Flee she says so clearly

Fly as the birds do

Scatter your accomplishments

Vacate your security

Follow the winds and the seasons

As you always used to do.

It is good fortune for me

That I have a greenhouse and a garden

And that my treasured camper

Is in need of some repairs

Because otherwise

My gallery and plantings

Might languish in failure

In the absence of myself.