New again

“We are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams.

World-losers and world-forsakers,

Upon whom the pale moon gleams;

Yet we are the movers and shakers,

Of the world forever, it seems.”

― Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Poems of Arthur O'Shaughnessy

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It seems like only yesterday

I was comfortably ensconced in summer

Sun and heat and dust

The heavy stolid  brown grandeur

of naked mountains

thrusting into deep blue skies

dog days of August warm and sleepy

contentment

but in the pale light

there came a winter dawn

as the wind like wild dogs rushed

swirling around me cold

and biting

and the grass sparkled

reflecting the light of a late moon

and early sun

pale and icy

the promise of snow in the air

of a world falling into winter

We can scream to the heavens

and lament the passing of what is

but change will not fail to come

why not embrace what comes?

dancing in the brilliant leaves of fall

gliding on the bright snow of winter

rejoicing

knowing that all this too

will pass and spring will come

and all will be new

again

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why not embrace what comes?

for in all the changes

things die, so that something new can be born

the old passes away

behold the new comes

when all seems lost

and we feel forsaken

on us the sun shines,

on us the pale moon still gleams;

and we can move forward

sun child, moon child, sacred child,

into whatever is next

again