you've probably experienced the long nights . . .
the lonely walk-around-the-house wondering why and whatever nights . . .
the nights when your thoughts are filled
with everything that is sad
or that needs resolving quickly . . .
i get those every so often . . .
and when i do,
i've noticed that i don't like the dark.
i also don't like the artificiality of a light "turned on".
and while i wish for the sun . . .
the sun takes forever to rise
and then arrives far too early . . . .
and without exception,
when the sun rises and
i realize that the day has begun
and i'm unprepared . . .
to be in a simpler place,
in a simpler time . . .
come with me for a moment.
at last came the blessed dawn
and the mist lay like a vasty shining cloud on the place,
but as the sun swam up,
full of power and warmship . . .
not to be gainsayed,
the mist came loose all in a piece,
and lifted slow,
till there was a space betwixt its under side and the mere,
where the coots swam,
like bees running about between two boards.
then one half of the tree trunks came free,
so that the forest seemed to be mounded up with snow.