Catch me if you can

. . . to get down
           among the deeds
to roll one’s sleeves up
           and be prepared
to get one’s hands dirty
           while there’s life
in the old dog
           a change is coming
if we make it
           how the high winds
excite the birds
           they fly back and forth
never perching
           on the swaying branches
and above
           the grey clouds race
and we know that we are
           on the cusp of change
winter dances
           to a different tune
crows veer in the sky
           playing catch me
if you can
           if you dare

John Lyons