Winds Are Shifting

The winds are shifting,

Swaying rose beds to extremes.

A girl dancing in fields bends toward the sky

To see what power this force has implied.

She only feels, blind to the unseen.

Standing strong when it wants her down.

Firmly committed to her feet,

She walks a walk now fettered

A choice to stand, a choice to sit, a choice to flee.

This field day oh so long ago.

The sun sets on a dream of play

With a hope it rises the next day.

Gone little girl gone.

A woman stands in place of her, not as strong.

Johanna Vanderspool

May 9, 2010