grey

darkness comes early to this clouded world reduced to grey-scale where even greens are grey and the greys hang low drip-dripping in murky puddles of endless dim reflection and stranger yet the knowledge of my strength in the midst of this mist untouched by the moisture in the air

stillness

tall summer grass bent low heavy droplets poised to fall and all is silence all is still no bees no butterflies in air too thick to fly between and sorrow’s mist obscures the world as hedgerows echo with a sigh

the mist hangs low

the mist hangs low over the valley my heart hangs heavy in my chest I look to the skies for some brightness I reach for your arms for some warmth the mist hangs low over the valley my heart hangs heavy in my chest