Quiet

The poignant chilling winds,

The thickness of the fog.  

The pale electric lighting,

Barely penetrating the dimness.

 

The simplicity of the individual elements

The delicate composure of the night

Provide stability; A brand new vision

Things from below come to life  

 

A growth in endless motions,

The dimension of time unwinds.

The stillness of the afternoon.

A quiet wistful expansion.

 

The trees bustle as if speaking.

The roots penetrating the rich below.

Ripe with metaphor and manifestations

These daydreams have exotic qualities