The poignant moment
when the color of usefulness fades;
the words once spoken so clearly
become muffled by ambiguity.

Our purpose,
so loosely translated.
The subtle cues
within the season are overlooked.

Complacency burns slowly
to the ground.

Shadows are absent
without the light.
The air stings with abrasion.

Silence; resting
in the bosom of wisdom
until dawn.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones