Change is afoot

The flags are flying
The notice is out
Criss crossing
the summer sky

Icy plumes aloft
drawn by invisible hands
write a message
summer will recede for now

No electric storms
for these islands
not likely, at least
it's not winter for one

The last summer thunderstorm
blasted a tornado
through the streets
of our town

Toppling cars and trees
damaging roofs
before vanishing in the moor
beyond the Laxdale River

The flags are flying
The notice is out
Change is afoot
We'll soon know how