December 12, 2015

MORNING  MIST

Sometimes mist - morning mist - touches

something in us... touching our moods - touching

our imagination - touching our morning spirituality -

as if this new day - is not ready to be a new day -

as if time is still asleep… but - but - we have to

wipe the car windows - we have to slowly creep

out and up the street …. We have to get moving.

Sometimes mist - morning mist in winter - is frost -

and is more beautiful than autumn mist and like

anything more beautiful - sometimes it’s more

dangerous. It’s icy. It’s slippery. So too some people…. They are slick and slippery - slowly creeping into us - cold and cautious - and they crack and crumble our spirituality - and we can’t move….

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2015