beautious

And so I am here
already consorting

with dapples of light falling shameless

Through trees
Having greedily stolen

the shadows from leaves

carelessly tossed them
To litter the ground
To pattern the wild ferns
and bluebells around, and

Some call it beauteous

I call it theft, but then
Truth is perspective
and I have none left

for I clearly see that these clouds

Are not sky
They are boats on this cold stream

and sailing right by,

M ~