Something in the air.

There is something in the sky these days
And I cant quite taste it with my pallet.
There is something in the sky though that’s lingering
Changing the mood of the happy and the go-lucky
Changing the mood of the crisp fall air
Changing the mood of the people who should come together
In good times and in bad
Changing the flow of the rhythm of the beat
Changing the flow of the once felt steam heat
Changing the flow of the talk and the walk
With those who carry on the poppytalk

There is something in the sky that’s altering the vibe
Of the night, of the day, of the afternoons that turn into days of non stop filibustering
There is something in the air that is catching me off guard, and not just me but the people I meet And the folk I want to greet.

Perhaps it is the full moon
Id like to blame it on that
The sea is crashing waves but not in a timely order.
The moon is not hiding behind a foggy sky
It is there, changing the way we speak, see and feel
Changing the rythym of the next 24 hours and the last 24 hours
Changing the motion of the notion you thought was flowing well.
But only now we can say, only time will tell.
It’s the moon
The full moon
That’s out to get us in the crisp fall air.
Do you feel it too?
Strange, isn’t it?

Thank goodness for wine. Red wine that is. On a chilly fall night.