Wondering Winter Walk

Both summit and declivity as one
Is age, continuing grace of resting
In the forever of uncertainty’s
Rush that is life’s ongoing invention

By carving canyons singing over rock
Rivers discover depths of daunting time
From which looking up shows slices of sky
Black and blue equally indifferent

Retrospect with sensing of coming end
Is remarkably a living prospect
That reveals patterns in what seemed chaos
Creation’s traces in destruction’s death

A winter’s morning makes no summary
As desultory snow melts to show green



(Today happens to be my 80th mid-winter birthday)