Changes
Broken by brief rain
dull heat disappears
tail between its clouds
I recall late-August
mornings as a child
dressing by the fire
Oatmeal bubbled thick
in big blackened pot
Mountains unmoved
since we went to bed
Clouds now crest them
heavily like a toddler
riding your shoulders
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I feel every word picture here both in my mind’s eye and in my heart.
Thanks Ed!
This is a beautiful poem. Love the image of “Oatmeal bubbled thick
in big blackened pot” and the marriage of intimacy and grandiosity in
“Mountains unmoved
since we went to bed
Clouds now crest them
heavily like a toddler
riding your shoulders”