Winds of Change

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:


Icy fingers on my spine,

Premonition of thoughts sublime.

Unknown fear entering on-line,

Tomorrow’s daydream, yesterday’s rhyme.


“Explain this feeling of mine,”

Command I of my brain,

“That has come stealing, creeping,

Cold and frozen up my spine.”


Searching all the hidden places,

Recalling memories, hazy faces,

Sifting, sorting, ever recalling,

Striving for an answer so evasive.


Then my brain, always kind,

Answered the question on my mind.

“This eerie feeling, troublesome, strange,

Is but the hard, cold winds of change.”

About wfosterwelborn

I was born in a small town in southern Mississippi, but I have traveled the world and completed a career in the U.S. Air Force. I am always exploring and learning new things. From the time I was a young man, I always had the desire to write. With my writing, I want the reader to know that I wish to light a candle in the darkness and hopefully enable others to enjoy life more.

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