BIRAJ KALYAN

A blanket of mist

shrouding the world in mystery

Cold crisp air

Silence but for the whisper of the wind,

the chirping of birds and

the crunch of fallen leaves beneath my feet

Undisturbed solitude

Eyes trying to see through the fog

Imagination running riot,

where houses like look like castles

and trees like mysteries beings

And then as the night meets the day

Ever so infinitesimally

as the day dawns,

the veil slowly lifts

and a gentle light bathes the world.

Morning walks like these 

soothe my soul