TIDINGS

Photo Courtesy of Cabo Sails

The waves wound through an ocean arch

A portal to a land of sky.

The clouds above were swept to match

The look that lay beyond the lea.

It seemed that in their white and grey

Across the spans of time they'd come;

And we as travelers who'd stay

Swam out to meet the greeting clouds.

The sun then drifted toward the sea

And touched the rocks with flecks of gold;

We floated there in worlds blue-green

The glade of light poured all around.

We thought we'd live in that glass ball

Where we were touched by sea and sand;

Yet days in paradise befall

Before our lives are blown by wind.

We turn again to early plains

Where wheat-like grains grow gold, then brown;

We feel the cold, awaiting rain

And sense our lives turn grey and old.

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 2011