Train Stop

Far away the tunneled darkness– close at hand the air. Near behind a silent formless feeding on the fair. Here before me pours a curtain: cloaking-mists of rain that lead on to a world uncertain… joyfulness or pain. All I know’s the slickened sidewalk down the path I’ve been glows with electric, lifeless light-stock I’ll […]

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

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. –

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 […]