Swift comes sky blanket cloud pink infused as early day spreads asunder.
I gaze above in awe and wonder to see that change is changeless in cycles great and small- in all things under stars that live and move by light come rain.
Swift comes noon like link and chain as cloud blanket parts- meridian starts and labour is refreshed for future days.
I gaze above as light plays.... making bright before my eyes the wrapped prize that grows the wise above skies to stars beyond.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers