in bliss

i understand the clouds

the sun and sky
display their love
for us so frequently
that it is
only natural

that seasons arrive
when they desire
a little privacy

though their
greetings
and farewells
(at times tender
at times torrid)
may be hidden

their bliss
is no less
complete

their continuing
is no less certain.

 

 
 

dawn

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