Whisperings

It happens during fall and winter, 

when you can smell change in the air.

When the leaves on the trees are either dying or budding, 

and before the dazzle of dusk.

While the earth slumbers below 

A ballet of starlings stir the fiery skies above. 

You can only miss it if you try.

Movements so fluid that

you can hear the ocean. 

You’ll swear that you’re underwater,

and hold your breath just incase. 

How else can birds be swimming in the sky? 

Not even scientists know exactly. Maybe for warmth or to guard against predators…

But something that moves like that

doesn’t need any protection. 

It only needs your presence.

Because change is coming, 

change is already here.