Fog Again

by John P. Kristofco 



midnight orphan, stepping like a deer outside the woods,
come to taste the buds beside the stream,
soften stones, veil falcon’s prey,
lay back on the grass and gaze into our souls,
skittish at the sun like birds,
too light to fall, too soft to stay
except for moments some days in the morning,
vagrant like the fragment of a dream





Category: Poetry