DocAndersen
When the change arrives
on little cats feet
quiet
silent
no footfalls
to warn us
of the approach.
No bell to toll
announcing the
arrival. It is teh silence
although not of lambs
the silence of change.
No the rattling coins
in your pocket
clinking
the sound
not of glasses
change.
As it slips away
as we find
as we
seek
change.
Always there
in its stocking feet
silent.
Actually that picture is of my daughter and her friends heading off to their Junior Prom nearly 8 years ago now!
Sounds like change is in the air perhaps. Embracing is the hard part.
I live in the world of change sometimes 🙂 but yes there are changes coming, it is fun but scary
Yeah, a new one as well, Not sure what hit me yesterday 🙂
A philosophical poem, Coach!
yes, one that I literally wrote the day before I published it.
You’ve given an impressive breath for the change.