Car keys jingle and I mingle
into the traffic. With no single
Brief stop at the gas station.
I leave behind the city smog.
And then: into the rural parts.
I search and wander, at times wonder
where to go in all this fog;
A yellow birch, a distant church,
I calm down, forget the town.
And then, quite suddenly, the sun appears,
and all the fears of all past years
forever, no more tears,
fallen into oblivion.
Smog got replaced by haze that stays
for long, the bells chime distantly:
It leads me ways I haven't walked,
towards where horses graze.
A lonely tree, a distant boat
afloat the lovely lake.
Most leaves are gone, a mid-flight swan,
a slight cold breeze, my warming fleece.
All earth holds still and is at peace.
I strive to capture, to collect
some memories, every aspect
of nature into photographs.
But as I try to wrap
this life, this moment,
carefully, into my trap,
It's too elusive, scurries by,
under the sky, so high above.
Instead, I sail on thoughts away.
Shove my glove on freezing hands,
just take it in and feel some love.