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A change is coming.

I can taste it in

The butterscotch sky

Hear it in the song

Of the midnight clouds,

As the winter birds

Cast their wings out wide

Leave these barren shores

Steal a final glance

Frozen in their eye.

A change is coming.

I can feel it in

The dancing willow

And for a moment

Hold to me the scent,

Of dreams taking flight

Their fingers touching

Rainbows in the blue

To drift their passion

Falls like rain to us.

A change is coming.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021