Wednesday, June 12, 2013

TIME by Michael James Fry

T      I      M      E
Michael James Fry
Darkness persists
in the weight
of this moment
while whisps
of fog
impendingly tease
the tired trees
who endlessly reach
for purchase.
The sleeping forest
is quiet
for the trickle
of a stream
busy at work
the sullen night
all spirits and emotions
rise together and dance
in twilight.
It is this celebration
that conjures
a growing
ray of light
to gently lay itself
upon the floor
of the forest
and into
a single dewdrop
reflecting hope
and giving birth
to the dawn
of a new
~Michael James Fry
  New York City
  Circa 1990