Autumn: Sub-Tropical Edition

A l o h a

Legions of the sky:

always on the move. 

Seasonal duties call; 

Singing the drama

of the year

as she turns.

Every humble cast off

dignified by a life-cycle

lived.

Changing,

O Changing. . .

But there is still red wine in the cup

so drink it down,

life's-blood

of color,

of appetite. . .

then the forgetting.

We all make our days. . . one by one-

Only now and then

looking up and thinking:

O Precious

Passing

 G i f t !

Thank YOU

for looking in.

May Blessing follow

YOU

from this

'place.'

        warmly, cloudia