When everything is hidden
And shrouded in mist
When invisible crows
Scream murder,
This little hill
Does something to the wind
Something about the way
The air moves around it
Over it, though it
Between it and the next
So that here, just here
Just beyond the top
As I begin to drop
The sky turns to silver
The air is clear
The fields are green
And the monsters in my head
I can see them now
for what they really are.
#CoSopoetry