Misty once more

But my light is shining

And I can see my way

Even through this misty

February day

I'm searching for beauty

As a blackbird sings

A lovely song

And I remember

Each tone brings

its own weight

It's own worth

Even the ones

I cannot hear

The ones he doesn't sing

Their absence

The little silences

Makes the present

Ring across the meadow

In the grey

#poetry