A foggy morning,

A stray vernal vapor

Hovering over a field;

Obscuring the scene behind.

With a condensed life,

Only long enough

To disappear

with the dew.

Isolated and morphing.

An imperfect shroud,

Snowing at midnight.

The stillness of night;

The streets muted by it.

Illuminated by clean, new snow.

As the flakes land,

They make a quiet,

Quivering “shh” sound.

A perfect marriage

Of shadows and brilliance,

Of silence and whispers.

A dense Autumn forest; sunset.

The last rays of daylight

Leak through.

Disappear into leaves

Covering the ground.

The changing sky’s palette

Blends with the Fall colors.

Deeps shadows are cast

Gold and black

A majestic orchestration.

Dry summer meadow at dusk.

Subdued colors of the world.

Horizon of black trees,

Brown grass and

Darkened Blue Violets.

A flicker. Another.

Dozens, then hundreds.

The time of fireflies has come.

Sudden and random.