Comprehension in the Night
Fog draped evening, slipping by in whispers soft,
and not a breeze to be felt, yet the fog swirls around.
Crusted snow litters with casual intent the ground,
as overhead, a swallow swiftly flits just aloft.
There is a bite to the air, an edge of reality bold,
yet subtle too, like some slight of nature’s hand.
Sounds do ebb and flow in the fog where I stand,
and for just this moment, time does strangely fold.
Stars burn in a brilliance that sets them like jewels,
strung across Eternity’s ebony arch to delight the eye.
And the moon is a silver lighthouse in the night sky,
guiding quiet dreams home to we simple mortal fools.
Good morning, friend.
Comprehension in the Night
Lovely poem. Fog is such interesting stuff, however, dangerous for drivers.
Glad you enjoyed Eva Cassidy.