ground overhung with fog and drip from trees
all light subdued and noise muffled
the lone volunteer pink rose now decimated
replaced by a pale white glory more fitted to the hour
tracks uncharacteristically silent
the railroad corvids yet to convene
until after the train’s blasting rumble
detritus trail their reason to gather
the stream beside the field similarly uninhabited
its usual raft of ducks absent
its murmur now audible without their squawk and paddle
an accompaniment to the huff of my dog
rainbow-hued ribbon of birdsong
curling through branches and along rooftops
a threaded brightness pointing beyond
to the ever-present light of the sun
Leave a Reply