Poem

 Like wind which winds its way 'round willows' sway
 Through amber winter grass by day,
 Through shadows flight in dark of night!

 And day and night, and black and white
 Unite to form their shades of grey;
 Combining into weeks they wend,
 Until the month has reached its end.

 And months combine 'til seasons twine
 In frost, and shimmering solarshine;
 With song and tear, with strength and fear
 The memory of another year.

 And year upon memory-year unfolds
 In glittering array unholds
 The colors of our love and strife --
 The mighty fabric of our life.

 Weavers all, creating we
 Design work of our destiny;
 Until one day our smallness wake...
 Stretch forth our fashioning hands to take
 The self-made garment of our own eternity.

 And n'er again so small, unite then,
 With Time-Weaver of us all.