How Do You Know

When the Seasons Change?

She asked me,
A question in transition,
With the air like conditioning.
A mutter of cats darting to the pile,
Of warmth in the shadows,
Mewing between shivers.
"I lived on an island,
With golden sands for miles that never changed.
The heat brought new reckoning and I,
Learned its ways, its nature and pace.
And here in the Evergreen,
I notice when it starts to die."
A cat in strangled yelps speeds by,
Another silhouette finding its home.