Dawn in Late Fall

Dawn in Late Fall

Dawn in late fall

The time when street-side forms

            Begin to take amorphous shape

But you must still strain your sight

Through the low-lying fog

To make out what is there.

In the close horizon,

Pockets of that deceptive fog

Nestles between hills – and mimics them –

Suggesting undulating foothills

Over the still-sleeping crops.

Remember, substance is not yet a solid knowing.

It will be over half an hour yet

When sunshine will burn off

The deceptions and mind-tricks

It will be the growing light

That will reveal true shapes.

Remember, sometimes not knowing is best.

Ariel

October 2005