Veiled

It thins again. I know
What this means. A chaos
Of dark swans beats their wings:

This is the white, falling,
Passage of passages,
Drenched in unexpected

Rains that roll into fogs,
Storms of pure blue skies
And scorching surprises.

Take it all in. You can.

I know you can. You have.

This is it when it's thin.