One More Summer

My seventy-second summer,

and once again it is July;

so many blue-sky mornings, now, 

have I

awakened, with gratitude,

to the smell of earth

blessed by the sun,

the day already perfect,

just begun.

All my life, sky and clouds

have led me forth,

and kept me Looking Up.

All my life,

the beauty of All That Is

has filled my little cup.

One more summer

am I blessed with:

wave-top, skybird,

wind in the trees,

Sister Raven croaking hello

as she flies past

on the breeze.

One more summer
do I have

to hold the beauty fast,

slow down all the clocks,

and make it last.

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