a grey mist hovers o’er the trees and there’s still
verdant fields this morning, the first week
of December, as the beginning of this Winter
has arrived without the frigidity and the
abundance of snowfall
as the incarnate shell that houses my spirit gathers
more years of bumps and bruises, my psyche has
been challenged with the conflicts of life and my
heart has felt the lament of solace and sadness,
the tears and the joys
my stay here has witnessed many Winters, then
Spring times, warmth of Summers then colors of
Falls, and once again Winters that weren’t so gentle
as this one, i am grateful to this gift of ‘life’ and
the years accrued in my sojourn
so as i step out to be witness to this winter mist rising
from the verdant fields, i feel and embrace the cool
and the grey upon my skin and bones knowing that
when it is time to depart from this, i will miss the mist
and so too, Life’s melancholy joys
