Fog settles on the valley as autumn fades, leaves turn and fall in the time of letting go. I sit warm by the fire, at

The night is a mystery with tides swelling past in dark shadow, Mars a red pearl shining, the dew so heavy each blade of grass

I searched for joy, I did, sometimes in the wrong places and some that held a measure. I searched in the sorrow of what passed

The weight shifts, the stone of grief lifts for breath. Stories of sorrow press the earth as lights come on across the city and dawn