copyright © Olsen 2015
I walk the cold foggy streets and feel the path beneath my feet.
Yet the murkiness brings my attention to what is nearest,
darkness of the path I follow,
dampness in the air and the leaves drop like tears,
falling in a bitter wind.
Despair effortlessly encloses me and in that moment,
I see winter approaching and remoteness of dearest spring.
THE ARTFUL DONDER 