the elemental winds of change are blowing the seasons around
knocking them into trees
and slamming them into the ground
we watch all this from our kitchen window
as the sun is shadowing at times long and billowing and other times underfoot
leaves dancing through the windrows of hedges
storm surges whirling the dust and sand
piling up among the bushes and trees
altering the scape of the land
and we mortals living both in bondage and free