<u>Misty Heart</u>
Ambiguous mists drift across the skyline,
Beyond this hard soil and chill, chill air,
Where bare earth petrifies, and bitter air
Scours to the dermis like cold, acrid brine.
Ambiguous musings tingle through the spine,
Musings of misty visions, soft and fair,
Like the light perceived in a final pray’r,
Or the twilight that half-closed eyes divine.
Misty heart–in you, ev’ry spring and fall.
This placid, dirty tundra will slumber
Till vernal rains drift on the quickened squall,
And daylight will lie soft the morn after
Till, dimly peeking, the even stars call.
The seasons will pass onward forever.