Photo courtesy of Victoria Jordan
Rarely seen the ethereal mist
Migrating bands of souls.
Lost in a world forever lost to them
To drift over maize fields of gold.
Caught in a moment,
Forever and ever adrift.
The rush to evolve into glorious dawn
Unseen, unfettered and swift.
Yet here on outskirts of earth’s mortal dwellings
Where nature’s feral offspring dance,
Is captured a scene
Over tassels and green
Of this eerily, wandering happenstance.