Photo by Gamaliel Masters
the patterns of these days extend
...children, friends, grain of oak...
...life & love & love of life
& all the forgotten meanings of
(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