.
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
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