He dressed the day with clouds and spilled a sea of stars into the night calling each by name The night's aria declares His deep pleasure The universe is intoxicated with glory. The Autumn wind gasps the surety of Winter The geese, one giant wing a moving geometry that angles into the wind How do they know? where to go when to stop Trees give up leaves like paper hopes swept into the slumberous season The gray whale pursues the southern waters of Baja to warm her heavy womb How does she know? how to birth what to eat Spring forgives the freeze and laughs to live again in the resurrection of color before the ferocious Summer The dolphins' dance is a cadence of instinct in waves wooed by moontide The Earth sounds a symphony of reverence. We build skyscrapers and businesses and poems and the tides rush up and claim the sand castles of our dreams i, the crown of creation trifling, a mark of punctuation, know less than the beasts that play and live as they ought.