Morning Silver



You’re nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing…

  James 4:14


It moves with the breeze,

floats between cloud and water.

It settles above the lake surface in early morning.


It lights in the space between hills.

lingers on days when there is no sun,

hangs heavier before a rain.


It rests, lending a jewel-like lustre

to simple objects.


Nature’s overture;

it obscures vision like a scrim.

Making one pause,

granted now the foreground.


Briefly backlit,

it renders a clearness,

possibility silvered.


Given over,

it makes a difference.


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