The day was filled with a fine mist,
the night came early.
No frost, nor fear of it
seeped in around the edges,
the wet was generous, and almost warm

The day was filled with movement,
slow and steady towards a goal.
The goal itself kept managing
to jump ahead of its pursuers —
progress present, but no end in sight.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2018