The Sky Above St. Francis Cathedral In Santa Fe

...A Poem



On the playing field of blue,

some clouds are victors,

others meet defeat.


Muscled giants

advance and swell;

fissured brethren

slowly twist away;

ephemeral fragments,

toppled from the main,

melt into immensity.


Like the final tone

of the Cathedral bell

at three o'clock,

it's hard to tell

when sound and cloud

meld with eternity.


Copyright by Don Gray



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