This mellow season wrought of change

Turns a fragile moment on its potter’s wheel

 

Pale sunshine clasping the ripple of leaves

The gallop of muscular cumulous

 

Migratory flights of wintering exiles

Summoned by generations of calling

 

Polished light and liminal shadows

Rise perfect from eloquent spinning

 

Finish the form with satisfied fingers

Sweep spun clay with brilliant glaze

 

A porcelain moment fragile as presence

Bakes dry in the kiln of memory.