Evening Vapor

The mist rises slowly in the fading light

smoke trails signaling a forgotten past

they whisper something to the ground below

before reaching up to a future we must never know

The trails of distilled beauty trickle slowly

moving in unison to an unseen conductor

the white clouds are dotted across the landscape

like pearly feathers that will soon dissipate

They sit serenely suspended in the air

although still anchored in an ocean of green

white set against green, green against white

they will only remain seen until the exploding night

These beautiful rasps of intrigue

what lies within each impregnable finger

will forever remain the alabaster's secrets

when the morning only lights summer’s branchlets

What spirits and sprites danced within the frost

climbing into the air in dusk’s sheeted cover

I want to learn the landscapes mechanism

why it calls out in white patterned rhythm

Puffs, breaths, sighs will all perish upwards

soon white will be lost into a sea of grey

grey cover which once held tears

now holds the faded mysticism of yesteryears

They come out to dance and play

only when warmth meets coolth

occurring at just the right conditions

for the earth and wind’s evanescent emissions

Grey, green, white all stand there frozen

a snapshot of tranquility that will fade

turning unblemished purity into obscurity

this pinpointed fog will arise again with absolute surety