"Depend on Change", by John B. Moss

Depend On Change

Mist rises early
On these November mornings.
You watch the wisps lift
In little transparent swirls,
Eating what little warmth exists in the day.

Snow is in the forecast,
Perhaps today (later), or tomorrow...
Raking chores are done and
In anticipation of the snow
Near the door the shovel stands.
Good to have it this way ~
Seasons come and go, but change remains.

John B. Moss
© 11/09/2004 -

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