the eyes have it

 

Our ages may span decades,

our attitudes formed in different centuries,

but our eyes say we are from the same stock

that goes back generations, those light colored,

change in the light eyes that aren't quite one color

or another, like the moods that cross a blustery sky,

once fluffy as cumulus, then dark and threatening.

they may collide in mid-stream, pouring down

torrents or the lightest snowflakes.

One never knows.