Clouds shift
Changing snow peaked mountains
Into old gargoyle faces
Moving slowly above us, silent
Mostly unnoticed
What hides behind the gathered?
Roman shield of white warriors?
Their course undetermined
Their form ever changing
They pass like shy blooms
Of Spring daisies
Light and shadow
Moving as one unrooted entity
Men working the fertile fields below
Their backs burn under the mid-day sun
No olive branch offering shade
They toil on, waiting for the Spring rains…
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