Along a solitary, mossy trail
silence unfurls its net.
Rain, fine crystals,
drapes about my neck.
Poultice of earth shores up feet,
each root a reminder of strength.
Late light silvers a tunnel of shadow.
Birds, wings a-whisper, nest with secrets.
Peace arrives with embrace of mist
as every free breath reminds:
2 thoughts on “Friday’s Passing Fancy/Poem: Here, Now”
Some wonderful lines here, e.g. ‘Rain, fine crystals’; ‘Late light silvers a tunnel of shadow.’
Thank you, Derrick 🙂