Morning Mist

Morning Mist
5/11/13

The morning mist lies thick and full
and night lingers on leaves.
The dense air is crisp and cool
as fog ushers in mystery.

The old hickory is lost and hidden;
its branches barely breathe.
Clarity is clearly forbidden,
as the cloud covering slowly seethes.

Yet the sparrow sees what is veiled
and soars through the depths, dense and dark.
Time ticks, and mere mystery fails
to foster fear or make its mark.