The sun is
darting through
the trees.
Flashing light
flickers on
and off.
Its' brightness
is startling,
it frightens me.
I hear the wind,
cold, howling
sideswiping
the trees
as it passes.
An eerie sense
of doom
comes over me.
Dark, rain-filled
clouds, threaten,
cover the
sunny sky.
Once more,
our lives are
ruled by
the change.

...And we are not ready....

kay ekwall©1998