A Gift of Place - and Time

Time passes -

And with it

Nothing remains the same

From moment to moment

Day to day

Season to season

Year to year

And so enjoy

This meager gift

However insignificant

Gleaned from the woods

Of this place and time

Nothing is meant

To Last forever

So when you tire of it

Return it to the woods

For it is only a small

And humble token

Plucked from one

Moment in time

In this special place

It cannot be kept

Just as it is

For these dry bits

- And you -

Have already changed

And are moving on

Ever re-cycling

To another time

Another place -

Memories of Rainier

August 2012