Winds of Change by Ron AI
Changes
Weather changed out of the blue,
Knife filleting unsuspecting spine.
Cold star vanished from view,
Ice cube losing it in hot brew.
Leaves have turned yellow,
Wilted, and wind scattered about.
There’s nothing beautiful in it,
As distance spring is in doubt.
Winds of change know no bounds,
Turning inside, upside and out.
Like the manic dance of clowns,
Draining flavor from the grounds.
Standing on the precipice of doubt,
Looking for answers never found out.
Changes will come, changes will go,
Readers of tea leaves will never know.
Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull
10/29/25
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Rose