Just a quick note.... no poem today. I went to bed with and woke up with a nagging sinus headache. It has eased off. Hopefully a poem next Sunday. I am still editing a bunch of poems I will place in an E-book through Amazon. I will let you know when it is there.

I have not heard from Ashley so I do not know if she has the results of her Bar Exams. My apologies for now writing anything last week. I was empty. It was a week of non-change.Winter was clinging to the last tatters of dreariness. When I awoke this morning I had plans to immediately get to work replacing a pressure tank for my well. Then I looked out the kitchen doors to the back yard. It was foggy and wet. The poem was there. I put off the work to write it down. I let it simmer half the day. A few changes I made. Enjoy .

The mists of morning

Grey light brings forth

the day from night

..

Clouds that

kiss the ground leave tears

laid gently upon spring's

awakening

..

Shadows of the un-walking,

barely seen, shift and shimmer

behind the veil.

The fog of winter's dream

slow to clear nature's heart

..

As the magician is slow

to reveal the mystery.

so are the mists of morning

hiding the new beginnings,

waiting to be seen in

golden light

ccd April 2011