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
