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?
If we can but listen.