Midnight Sun


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Shades of grey



Just before dawn,

At the crossroads of two back country lanes.

Everything is grey with fog,

Broken up only with darker shades of grey,

Across the way, a tree lined lane,

The outline of the trees is almost black,

and at the very end of the lane,

A small patch of light grey,

On the corner, a street sign silhouetted in black,

behind it a fence runs off to the left and disappears into the fog,

Off in the distance three small lights twinkle through the fog,

Like some distant constellation,

All I see are just shades of grey,

Muted,

Hard to tell where light and dark begin,

The world is quiet and indistinct,

I know that the coming light will bring out details,

Add color and depth to the world,

Part of me does not want this to happen,

No complications to this simple scene,

Not wanting reality to play its part,

to become apparent,

So, For these few moments, just before dawn,

I loose myself in the grey,

Not caring what names are on the street sign,

Not knowing what that farm house in the distance looks like,

A small curiosity tingles inside me,

To know what is at the end of that tree lined lane,

But knowing, deep in my heart,

That what actually is,

Is nothing compared to the possibilities,

Of not knowing.


By Neil

As the Sun comes up on the meadow,

The mist starts to roll away,

Anticipation!

I can feel the coming warmth,

Then, a figure in the meadow,

A tiger lily,

just one,

standing alone,

waiting for the sun,

the warmth,

The day.

I reach out,

As if to say,

The day is coming.

Hang on