
The soft clouds
blanket our awakenings
as the river flows
impassive to our labors
mornings fade into day
as the sun overtakes our vision
a sweet loss we practice daily
as our limbs lengthen and warm
mornings fade
to evening and nightfall
as we see the trail we’ve left
accomplished
at peace
walking our authentic path
mornings rise
to gratitude
air in the lungs
and light shifting across the skies
bliss for the journey
and hope for the day
as we do
what must be done – Caroline A. Slee