The coming

When I watch the dogs

Pounce and race and spin

With joy, I see.

When the wind whips through

River, ocean white caps

After heat, I feel.

When the birds screech in the

Trees, sweeping across the

Sky alight, I hear.

I see, I feel, I hear

I know, I forebode,

This coming, this coming

That sneaks in the night

Yet heralded

Silent yet tramping loud.

This change wound tight on the

Orbs of time, the

Sensual drop drip of

Honey oozing from walls

A legacy of bees long gone

Their bounty now revealed

For us here

And now.