There is no mistaking this, judging by a grey mist
over the Creek we’re about to enter Winter again;
it is as if an extra coverlet spectacularly disposed
with inimitable confirmation colder air’s out there,
see how dense it is mate - until the sun’s rays are
aimed ‘n ranged exactly - then it lifts, evaporating
invisibly in illimitable blue, with a World appearing
discrete & pure out of the concealing gloom again
Thankfully it is the same one we last saw at dusk -
perhaps its own image reborn, just as unchanged
in memory - and the day gradually begins; time is
refreshed in a way that never ceases to amaze, it
soothes away unease, grasps the senses gently -
as if to say - welcome to your World of today
© 21 April 2016, I. D. Carswell
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