Of trees in relief,
Stark and graceful
Against a luminous, grey sky.
Fog veils the world.
Clouds brought low for passionate kisses with the earth?
Or Oceans taking hesitant flight?
Either way, a veiled world
Is a changed world.
Sometimes, a veiled view leads to clearer sight.
Surroundings can obscure the heart of a thing.
The tyranny of eyes is that they make one picture of everything they view.
Sometimes the forest hides the trees.
It’s occasionally good to change perspective,
To see the edges,
To blur the edges and see the heart,
To see the thing,
And to see the shadow it casts.