Photo by Gamaliel Masters

the patterns of these days extend

the patterns of these days extend
...children, friends, grain of oak... & love & love of life
& all the forgotten meanings of
memory's yesterdays
(noted in pages of our passing
like tracks across the open sky)

i must admit
i am partial to this living
-- to its wendings, its beholdings,
its renewal of bright surprise
budding like light
from shining young eyes

-- flickering with a firefly delight
flitting thru the pastures of night
cricketting a symphony

falling as stars...
rising as wings...

                 ~~norman e. masters

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