This Cup Of Life

Thought I saw you raking brown leaves
Then looking away I found dreams
Walking alone with memories
Thought I saw you kicking brown leaves
Speaking echos only to receive
Messages of loves extremes
Thought I saw you raking brown leaves
Then looking away I found dreams
Once upon tapestry we weaved
Though I saw you raking brown leaves
Together we came to believe
Love was green and life our scheme
Thought I saw you raking brown leaves
Then looking away I found dreams

©2008 Kathy Anderson

From the stratus comes a mizzle
Lightly dropped and gently felt
Soon the nimbus comes to schemozzle
From mere stratus comes a mizzle
Sometimes it just hangs in puzzle
Dark and low beneath skies belt
From the stratus comes a mizzle
Lightly dropped and gently felt
Cumulonimbus soon sizzle
From dark stratus comes a mizzle
No lovely cirrus to dazzle
Befogged by stormclouds that pelt
From the stratus comes a mizzle
Lightly dropped and gently felt

Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass
Arranged like painters strokes some say
Changing form and color as they may
Across all Gods harbors and each bay
Floating ships of water on blue glass
Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass
There above are angels wings pale gray
Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass
In turtle dove white or pink at play
With the light of sun, moons lovely lass
Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass