Rainy Morn

 

The groggy sun rises late while

Pious mountains and humble hills watch the modest sky

Fingers of amber reeds rake the wind

Fish awaken slowly and hungrily

The film of the lake surface is immaculate but it doesn’t conceive

And lights wave to us in the foggy distance

The air though, is pregnant

Elusive solitude soothes the soul

Nature’s cycles, her stillness areĀ a comfort to wary travellers on who come to this stop weary

emotionally disheveled. Each person’s island is a sacred gift, not to be exploited or forgotten

Thoughts waltz across the dancefloor of my mind and exit as gracefully as they entered

This peace I wish for all, this chance to remember what we are and why we’re here