10. Jun, 2018

Voice of Mist

There are voices in the spring
Passing into summer
That don't resemble anything
Except the ineffability of
The mist at dawn.
So strange, so eery
That you wonder
Where everything is
Coming from.
Your voice used to
Be like that mist:
I kept on asking
Where it was coming
To that l never
Found the answer.

Frances Fay