Gentle softness
within
the gentle brush
of light and shadow
in silence
the peace
stretches
and the world
stills
until
for the briefest
moment
there is only
you.
The fog rises
off the water
to swirl through
the trees
creeping up
from rocky shore
to grassy earth
as it begins
to swallow
all within its path
and solid shapes
become shadows
that ebb and flow
indestinct
and uncertain.
Horizon’s peak
is graced with a
glimmer of light
while the
valley below
lies shrouded
in darkness
and in that valley
the watcher waits
with the echo
of night upon them
as they see
if the light will reach
to warm cold cheeks.
Not much color
lives in the world
when
clouds and fog
swirl in the mind
but as the
slightest light
breaks through
a glimmer of color
slips in
to catch the eye
and provide
hope.
Weather
takes its tole
as mother earth
nibbles and nips
at what was built
by hands and nails
She seeks
to tear down
that which is not
of the earth
and take it in
to digest
and make
it hers.
Even a little light
is blinding
when you are
trapped
in the bottom
of the darkness
and yet
even that
tiniest bit of light
is welcome,
allowing
awareness
of something
to reach for.