11.15.16 Clamoring

Some things pass away, and some remain
as we navigate our day; our lives. 

Here, the rain finally came once again, 
bathing and filling all things, 
darkening the skies, 
and clamoring the subtle fine colors of the dusk.

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Down by the farmers fields, we had 
three protesting crows
 two galloping horses
 one fervent Goshawk 
and a peaceful easy feeling as we walked.