The Winds of Change

I cannot believe how strong these winds are! All night I can hear the grape vines twisting against the tile roof. They strip the remaining leaves from the trees, swirling them along the paths. The winds are blowing in the change of season as we approach the winter solstice and I feel the change in my bones and soul. Something more than the leaves is being stripped away, something is shifting rapidly and I'm not certain what it is. My spirit is reflected in this intense push of nature. Wild, determined and frankly, a little pissed off!