Creeping

The change has been subtle
Each day more and more of it
Creeps in the trees, the air,
The language, it comes in the
Still of the quiet, or in resting
Near it in the colors, the breath,
The speaking, it is not as startling
In this way, you don't even notice
When it came over the landscape,
The breeze, what you speak, and
All of the sudden it has become a
Part of a norm, so change is not as
Difficult as we imagine, sometimes
It just creeps right on into our life