Toast – 2012 posting, old version

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It changes fast,

that marbled sky

from sheets of paste

to curds of gray,

from belts of blue

to heads of steel

connected by chain lightning.

 .

Clouds turn to glass,

our shadows break

as we hasten through

the cracking storm

but we pause to lift

our empty cups

to catch the rain

and toast

the unleafing of fall.

 .

© 1993, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright