Breathless

My eyes are all out of breath A day such as this feels the calm fingers ........ of eternity In this....the morning of a new year change stands on the horizon Yet, earth feels no quiver ...the air weaves no motion in the shafts of wheat to mark the soundless trail by which the seasons pass So hushed a day is this that one mere leaf floating earthward with compliant sigh would send the echo of it's whispering across the purple arches of the sky can I? should I? even try to write a poem? for, who am I to describe? a q u i e t b e a u t y t r a n s c e n d i n g a l l e y e s this gift from God ____________________________________________________________