Fog and Shadow

 

foggy morning

Fog and Shadow

This morning her drowsy heart throws off its covers
as she runs to the window and sees the thick fog
softening the edges of vapor filled light and shadow.
Blurry air conceals a presence not quite seen.

Misty mystery encircles large trees
home for familiars.
Secrets and adventures expect discovery
within the soft dimly lighted air.

Voices of the air – geese, ravens –
pierce the shadows covering the entrance to the otherwhere.
Cloaked prophets call from shrouded zones
bearing witness to what lives in hidden spaces.

Who can see through fog?
Who can arouse the oracle living in the filmy veil of shadow?
Whose face is that glowing and elusive?
Who murmurs in light and deep tones?

She moves into the dark side of the vapors
sliding between worlds
to the place where fog and shadow
sing to the clear light,
to magic,
to enchantment,
to the potential of embryos sprouting in the darkness,
to the birth of fire.

Lingering, listening, leaving
before she can hear the whole truth of unseen worlds,
she longs for the shadow, the unknowable, the impenetrable,
the center of the labyrinth.

The place where God creates and angels are still.

by caf

©photo and poem by caf

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4 thoughts on “Fog and Shadow

  1. Rene April 28, 2015 / 8:01 pm

    Awesomeness!!! 🙂

  2. of-the-essence blog May 11, 2015 / 7:13 pm

    I especially like the phrase “cloaked prophets…clouded zones” and also “embryos sprouting”. Wow.

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