Morning Fog Memory
Lamp-eyed frogs on this misty morning croak guttural sounds that break the silence of muffling condensation,
Their ancient amphibian eyes blinking slowly as shutter lenses at a fifth of a second.
Lenses that once caught photos of us in scintillating amber sunsets permanence beguiles
Time remakes space
The frozen moments of love once viable we store in our minds as round full and glossy as dewdrops balanced on the wintry friable leaf
Those old people of the past entombed in the faded yellow-hues with smiles
With worn out ideas of an age long vanished…
We too wear are trousers rolled as we grow old,
I think of you in this mist.