Day 2 of Poetry Month

I promised something older today. Here it is. I worked with Jason about eight years ago. The photograph may be available on his website.

Ambleside Fog (after photograph by Jason Cyr 11/02)

Under eerie darkened skies

she creeps

spinning her web of sweet deception

alone; she sees

the dawn of each new day’s reward.

The blades of grass left short by independent means,

left undisturbed by all but

fairy wings that flutter through as

whimsical lyrics, visible to only artists, paramours and thieves.

Her arias sweep away their misty past acquaintances,

and eye the stormy air ahead. She waits (as cats lives everlasting)

to dream and feel refreshed as warmth returns

her to her fabled resting place.

Among the clouds, she drifts for yet another chance

to live, to venture forth, to know her own existence.

[© 2002]