
fog in the morning
clarity by afternoon
the sun sets too soon

fog in the morning
clarity by afternoon
the sun sets too soon

the wind on my face
pushing waves across the pond
a breath of heaven
mist on distant hills
a hard-to-place low rumbling
the train’s clear whistle

to be who you are
even if just for one day
whole and beautiful

if only you could hear
the raucous tunes from this tree
not so monochrome