Shrouded Path

Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home. The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud. Off ahead a shout–of horror or success– a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess. – – – Photo by Alexander […]

Mist

Swirled–a whirl of other worlds colliding with our own; a dark grey-bound white thick as fright and hovers–just beyond the reach of normal steadiness. Nature’s drunk the cup and reels about in undetermined bliss or gloom and masks the grass with fog. – – – Photo by Anton Atanasov: https://www.pexels.com

Morning Masterpiece

I stepped out my door into a masterpiece— the strength of morning blurred by hovering, airborne water; the trees still sleeping, not yet wakened by the wind; the sunshine warming white to gold, lamp-like among the leaves; the birds waking and taking up their daily song again. I closed the door on the realms of […]

Night Scene

It crosses the streets like a breath, a wish of dying winter. A whisk of lateral rain splattered in drops of darkened magic. And as the misty night smoak wraps the city like a cloak a single figure whistling stalks across the open intersection, collar turned up tight; as night cats watch from up above […]

When Clouds Drift Down to Earth

When clouds drift down to earth and hide the world in white— sky and mountains gone— the road fades into mist. I wrestle with the air to reveal its secrets there, and often I have missed the gentle light of dawn, unveiling in my sight, the place of nearest worth. –

On a Foggy Morning

The earth has donned her misty veil, With softened beauty, waiting for the sun To bound up strong above the trees And live again the ancient dawn When night and day first wed above the seas, The stars as witness to the two as one Who dance till earth and sky shall fail.

Mountain Trails

The path forks off and goes another way, nor you nor I know where the trail will trend. It leads up high into the misty grey. – And full of ardor, friends line up to say that they will join our journey to ascend the path that forks and goes another way. – But curving […]