Glory be for fleeting things For fractious winds that shred
the tips of clouds
racing
Helter-skelter
across the blue.
For swift sparrows that flit
Lickety-split
from twig to limb to leaf to sky.
For puff of dandelion fluff
and zing of dragonfly wing.
Fleeting things please us,
Tease us,
Appease our need
To achieve the sky.
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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline