Thursday, June 19, 2008
Today the mountains are dark and somber.
Fog is drifting up from the valley floor,
embracing colorless clouds that linger over inky peaks.
Smoke performs a pirouette from a woodland cabin's chimney--
a cool breeze guiding it's path until there is nothing,
but the scent, which fills the air with the promise of winter.
Today is a day to reflect, to sleep,
to dream, to sit quietly alone.
(Copyright 1993) By-Barbara J. Davis