Cloudy Sky

New Year’s Mist

The New Year opens softly

with no whoosh of winter winds -

only a mantle of mist

that masks the way forward.

Dark trunks stand stoically

as they wait for a change

but all movement as ceased.

A future full of secrets

which cannot be foretold.

The fog has secured

any chance to glimpse

what lies on the further shore.

One hopes for an answer.

Silence is the only reply.

Lainie Senechal