The change, the change is

On the edges of the air,

Balmy December winds carry alien tidings–

The kiss of a discordant breeze against bare skin,

Placid rumblings of a hungover Lover,

Listen, she whispers. Listen.

Hear the midnight chord and ask the right questions–

What is “unseasonably warm” when the season makes a habit

of forgetting cold?

A climactic anomoly?

A messenger

A warning

An invitation

If we can but listen.