Change

greet the change
as the morning dew
something that wets the feet
and sparkles with iridescence
to delight the eyes
until the morning sun
with it’s persistent heat
and ageless arc
burns it away by noon
and we are left with bittersweet memory
anticipating its return
at the next crossing
of day to night
and night to day

Jon Rudy
30 July 2003
At the end of homeleave