Still and silent
Heavy with vapour
A weight of fog
For a moment,
It feels like it might brighten.
The last of the Swallows
Are gathered by the barn
Chattering with wild abandon
Free to do as they please
In the mist of forgiveness
The daisies are hiding
Shy petals furled like fingers
Hiding their golden hearts
I love days like these
Where the beauty is hidden,
When everything is on the brink
And glory feels as if
It's just around the next corner
#CoSopoetry