Change of venue
From a field of green
To my field of dreams
And carries dreams
From valleys high
They tumble down
Right by my side
And gather in
The pools below
So deep and cold
In eddies slow
The places
The people
Who challenge them
Whether they succeed
Or fail
Icy wind rips
Up the valley floor
Churning turquoise and obsidian
Beneath the placid azure
Of a witness sky
Waiting for the stars
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
But the ducks
Won’t have much longer
To paddle in open water
Others find their way to gentle currents
Return to form from which they spawned
Then seek again the path to sky
Transform, renewed, to lightest flakes
And try once more for beauty’s grace