Change


Muted pastels of dusty rose,
Chalk white and hues of lead contrast delicately with a sky of
Cobalt blue.

Slate- gray flagstone slabs form a pathway leading
Towards a the horizon, where the sky
Dissolves into the tumultuous ocean’s whitecaps.

Brittle leaves of chestnut trees, shades of fading green of summer’s end have
Begun to fall alongside stepping-stones, framing a nearby inlet.

The sun, vermilion in its color,
Rises and sets in rhythm with the arrival and departure of
Each season.

Time, personified, jovially throws the sun to its stance above the mountaintops, as a
Boomerang laughing, shedding a peaceable lightness upon every new day.

If one were to grasp a piece of the sun at dawn and clutch within their hands
Or to bid the sun a warm “farewell” forever,
None would weep, as anyone can hold within their hearts fond memories that
Never perish.

As the sun hides its countenance behind a sea of mackerel clouds,
Tomorrow shall arrive once again, and soon shall turn to yesterday.

Snow shall settle as cosmic particles, gently over the land.
Inlets shall become ice-clad, and the light of the day shall refract against its vitreous Clarity, forming a rainbow of intermeshing tones.

Those who hold within their hands that captured piece of sky shall walk upon that Pathway,
Journeying to that place where the sea’s surf fades into the horizon.

Tomorrow shall once again become yesterday- unless,
One’s spirit believes in forever…

Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)