scampering squirrels gathering their morning meal
late summer sun uncurls its toes
dewy grasses rise, refreshed again
another day is born.
She wrapped herself in a velvet thick cloud as she prepared to depart. Perhaps she desired to cover our eyes as a one would a small child's to the pains and losses of the year past, or perhaps she pulled the veil over our eyes to retain the wonders of the year ahead. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted to leave as mysteriously as she had arrived.