a hazy crescent moon
burns out its last tired light
in dawn's awakening sky;
what did it see
while our eyes were closed,
what caused its lines to blur,
did it burn brighter
to light someone's way;
what sapped its strength,
will it return stronger tomorrow;
so many unanswered questions
lie in the darkness
of night
Tag: poetry
Tunnel Vision
Cold
a dusting of frost coats the world as a cold sun takes its place in the sky; so many balk at the bitterness of the cold; why not embrace its crispness - the clarity it provides - the heavy heat of summer is a comfort, but it is thick with humidity that clouds the mind; the cold bites awakening the mind to all that is and all that can be; embrace this vision