On a morning like this
When the sun is covered by grey clouds
And sneeks inbetween the breaks
To show me its light still
A million sparkles of crystal sunlight
Suddenly appears only to disappear again
Then as if by magic
From these peweter mutted waters
Movement begins once again
Not to be forgotten, ever flowing
Like crystal diamonds pouring through
A mystical crystal hour-glass
With all time running through it — and saying,
I’m still here
Hold fast, dear one,
Stay near!

From my morning side deck overlooking Lake Ann