on this cool morning things are looking bright
the rain has washed the dust from out the air
a fresh wind has come through the night
the forecast for the next short time is fair
the drumbeat's changed we're picking up our feet
somewhere to go and many things to do
at times hope and achievement seem to meet
few clouds are scudding across the open blue
it isn't just that morning's joyous sun
has warmed our bones and sent us to our task
we know the cycles know just how they run
know how to go and know the things to ask
other effects we guess that time will show
right now we pause cheered by the warm glow
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
08 November 2006
what is to be done
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