Transfer

I cannot capture the sky,

All the variations of color,

The brushed strokes of clouds,

As the morning wakens, sailing

The birds flit from cover of grass,

Playing a game of tag, scattering,

Blending with earth and ground,

Hidden until they burst in flight

The trees burst into brilliance,

As light and shadow change,

Burst in flame, a burning bush,

Feathered stillness, beauty abounds

I cannot capture it and keep it,

Spaces of the soul move through,

Thoughts turning, tumbling, spent,

All come into the Spirit of being