Lethargy

The air seems sweet and hollowed now

lethargy in the noise of life lost

there is certainty in late November

to the way blues and grays move together

the days lean onto each other

in the fog that clouds the sleepless mind

that I lay in wake to sip the morning dew

Where the dark hills open at last

the sun follows in silent slumber

fading into the howl

of winters wake

who’s dreams are filled

with longing for the way of the world as it is

what to do with passing time

and empty space