yesterday, while stopping at a traffic light -
an additional burst of moving red caught my eye
the male cardinal stood out brightly in the mild fog
unconcerned with the motoring humans…
this morning a thicker fog vails the windows
as if they are a gauze to hinder prying eyes
beyond the natural curtain they are providing… yet
sound penetrates as I get the paper – a lone bird calls.
I shake the fog from my head, the dreams of sleep
lingering…visions rolling and roiling from scenes
barely witnessed just hours before Morpheus visited
to memories ages old…their images are puzzle pieces.