The Fog

and now we have entered the darker time

through misted silk, branches suspended,

shadows hover like deep dreams half-recalled,

mossy lichen draperies hang, silent.

the fog sneaks inside your collar

the fog cradles every breath

the fog steals your memory.

where was I

oh yes

and now we have entered the darker time

was the glinting glow of spring ever here?

was there ever a time of sun-warmed skin?

Winter isn’t naked, undressed, exposed,

but cloaked in a remembered greenness.

and the seamstress of life

sews on.