Nuance of Time

I stand looking down a long pathway that bends in the glimmering green; what waits of surprise or heartbreak or care in the days ahead, unforeseen? Behind me a trail, much longer I know, than the one this new path unfolds of days and years, of joys and tears, each a step on my life's short road. What lies beyond that twist in the trees where thick shadows pool murky and dark like a stagnant pond that traps the night but reflects not the star's bright spark. I do not know, I cannot see; I dare not, though gifted some sight; it is better to wait for my God knows best how to blend every nuance of light. Copyright, April 4, 2017, Faye Lanham Gibson