Celebrating Life's Saga
The near wintry fog hangs low around the porch
like an aperture of a grey sky
diffusing tinseled light …and in my quietude,
I listen to a whiff, a rhythm which anchors on gently
almost languid in the barren rail
of evening: Amidst this space, my breath heaves
through past years’ arduous nuance
chilled by mild regrets.
I must attest, my personal saga
did glide without much logic, shimmering not
upon moon’s flash—
yet, this heart’s temerity for loyal affection
abides... lauding the jubilant wonderment
from intimate kinship, a proclivity fired
by a soul content with hours spent
with brood, true allies who know entirely
that each lit marrow down the bones arises
from a devotion embracing radiant warmth,
when all those carefree, deep moments relieve me
from not being alone — in any wintry fog ever.
~
For John Hamilton: Eight word challenge-9 Contest
11/16/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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