Winds of Change

By Jen Frey I hear you calling, I feel your Breath on my neck.

Sometimes it is gentle And I can easily ignore. Recently it has been more insistent, Knocking me off balance, Forcing me to look.

As your Waters rise, While other Waters disappear; As you come hurling in, Clearing whole towns with one big sigh Or knocking down mountains With one big stomp.

Yes, I hear you. I also hear your birds and your Green Beings. I hear their message of Hope, of Possibility. Saying we can choose differently. Mostly, I hear your Winds of Change saying, “Wake up! Wake up!”