Dec 9, 2009 at 2:07am
The Snow and Mist Have Come...
The day is grey and white and wet,
Muting the colors of the world in quiet ambiguity.
The grass still peeks up,
Putting on its soft coat,
Evergreens and hardwoods flocked in slumber.
All is slowed now,
Even the city,
Seeking the remnant joy of the child in us,
Freeing dreams from modern chains.
Winter has come,
And the keys to our younger days jingle softly,
Somewhere in the misty white swirls of her enchanted breath.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/08/2009 - poetry and photography
Link to full-size photo:
Theosophical Society in America headquarters, grounds near the
labyrinth, morning of 12/08/2009 around 09:30 CST. (Wheaton, IL, USA)