This is a reblog from a wonderful, magical mystical blog I discovered this morning.

The wheel of time,
White angel wings,
Old storks remind us
Of such things.

The seasons change,
Pandemics rise.
And academics
Still surmise.

There is a season
Life, then death.
As long as I
Have cogent breath

These things I know,
To be still true.
As long as life,
I do love you

Myth & Moor by Terri Windling