Like a Flake
Of Spring Snow
We Come
And Go

You are song,
Rain dropping on still pond.
You are sky,
I see Heaven in your eyes.
Your are peace,
A garden above the world.
Your are grace,
The gentle path of the swan.
You are knowing,
The wind that whispers alone.
You are star shine,
The dust that lights the plains.
You are vast ocean,
Mother to the Fathering atmosphere.
You are dancing light  .  .  .

Hurried with the passing day in shelters made of white clay
Resting 'neath the river boulders , riding cool water current
Dining in the shadows of Dusk
My childhood afternoon quarry , teeming throughout
the diamond laced brook , beneath the Sycamore bough ,
laden in Spring leaf miracles* ...