The Familiar

The joy of a rainy day

Abiding

Image courtesy of Ben Jessop on Pexels. Abiding There is no storm meant to hold me no sky-blindness to set me off my path There is another world waiting to be created burning clear of mists calling me onward ~ Caroline A. Slee

Fog

Vision is obscured And air is left Without its lightness A world wrapped Within a blanket The sky is opaque Cloaking the landscape Until the eyes cease to see We move by instinct Finding direction By a compass we hold in our hearts Trusting ourselves To navigate true As we stand blinded In mists and … Continue reading Fog