constancy

there is a blood that flows
of it's own accord
like snow fed rivers and falls
there is the gold orb's
rise and downward trail
each evening
as the moon takes over
there is the death
completion and returning to the earth
that cycles back into new souls
there is the sorrow of loss
that gradually again
turns glad to be still able
to feel
anything
and then the happiness
when someone gets
what they've worked so hard for
the turn
the spin
the weave
the constancy of change
the only thing
that doesn't change
at all