Through the Mist

Photo by Ayla Verschueren on Unsplash

Frosted dusk misty horizon,
Fallen leaves breezing, seconds gone.

Opaquely white creeping about,
Hovering, filling holes & touts.

A peak, a slither, a revelation
Sniffing while parting way through elevation.

Confident, alone on a mission
The last remains delicate, yet rationed.

Sneaking like a drunk
Eyes fixed pass wandering skunk

Oblivious sweat while nerves take over
Conquering the mystic mist forever.

Joshua Theodorus Kurnia, 2019