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 […]Read more "Night Scene"
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. –Read more "When Clouds Drift Down to Earth"
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.Read more "On a Foggy Morning"
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 […]Read more "Mountain Trails"