Something’s On The Wind Poem by Joyce Chelmo

While preparing my first morsel
at 1: 00 Pm
coffee wafting through
my kitchen
I gaze out the back door.

The chickadees and squirrels
seem extra busy today.
Though it’s unseasonably warm,
wonder what they prepare for?

Been staying up almost all night,
giving into
natural nocturnal tendencies.

Like the birds and squirrels,
feel something’s on the wind,
bracing myself for the worst.

Stumbling through maunder days
and
tremulous sleepless nights,
haunting dreams,
waking to rumpled bed sheets.

Yes something’s about to happen
I’ve been this way before.