Present Gift

If the sky can open itself up,
turn itself inside out,
give its all, then Winter’s coming,
in this grand scheme of things,
recycling seasons, but not
the same, and every year,
but a beautiful passing,
with those behind us, but
a beautiful memory, for today
is the present gift of the living,
while the future waits in anticipation.

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