On this hill
it seems to change...
but it doesn’t.
(click on photographs for detail)
There is daybreak and dusk;
transient geese that pass twice a year
with the sound of woodwind flutes overhead.
The moon changes daily;
coming back with a different face
only to eventually return the same.
You are the daybreak and dusk,
you are the geese and the moon.
I am as well.
...........................................
I saw these things today and they moved me.
Text and photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche.
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