I wanted to try a more traditional form, so here’s a Rondel.  Three stanzas (ABba, abBA, abbaA, where the CAPS are the refrain lines).

When I walked this morning up the hill into the sky
bits of quartzite threw back the laughter of the sun.
A flock of crows flew east to west, one by one.
I breathed the golden air as I watched them fly.

Across the sparkling arm of the sun, they passed me by.
I watched transfix’d.  I watched until they’d gone.
Bits of quartzite threw back the laughter of the sun
when I walked this morning up the hill into the sky.

The sun, a million miles away, a single fixed point, and I
another.  Draw the line between.  See how it runs,
a purposeful and shining thread, artfully spun.
It drew me up and up, toward that golden eye
when I walked this morning up the hill into the sky.

And a Gratitude List:
1.  The Pleiades
2.  Bagel sandwiches
3.  Whoopie pies
4.  Pileated Woodpeckers, and the hope of the Ivory Bill
5.  Walking the road together

Namaste