Dale Lloyd

Its graceful movements in ascent,
Swaying softly in still air.
Fading trails dissolve too soon,
Yet charm me as they dance,
Whispering gently to my soul, “Go ahead and take a chance.”  

Life is brief—don’t hesitate.                                                        Moments fly, then fade from sight, Like smoke rings rising from my pipe.                                                                                          But in their passing, this I hear:
Make a difference while you’re here.