Clouds move across
my eyes
Blotting out holes
That I can see
In the sun-lit blue,
Escaping momentarily
To let the sunlight
Flicker through
To chestnut, larch,
High pine, and yew.

Clouds move across
my eyes
Moving intermittently
But not obscuring
That living blue
Rich lit by light
Rich living hue
That only this
The sun can do;
Give life and living,
And leave
Living as it was
In doubt.

Clouds move across
my eyes
In the sun-lit blue.