A Stroll in the Mist by Amy Cotter

                                         Misty Mood by Leonid Afremov
A Stroll in the Mist 

Slowly walking, your hand enclosed in mine,

guided by the glowing globes through the night.

For in the dark, there is no distinct line,

of what colors will come to me in sight.

The glow from the street lights put on a show

to create moments of joy to in tow

through the river of warm water below

turning cool while moving down with the flow.

This pathway tells a story of this date,

one that started with a passion and fate.

For it was a hot beginning, elate;

one in which many hope for and wait.

So why this path goes from passion to quaint

is a mystery that lies in the paint.

As if wanting to keep the past at bay

the path is lined with secrets that can slay.

For it is dark and unknown we can say,

and we do not want to walk in that way;

which is why we’re together, not away.

At the center of this pathway we’ll stay.

To distract us from the edge of despair,

above all are the leaves, shown bright with care.

A splash of color, a twist that is fair,

for a chance at starting over is rare;

not a new couple, but old is this pair.

Mist is different from the Oregon Rain;

it allows for perspectives of wide range.

From the forest that shows darkness and pain,

to the puddles who’s colors you engage;

during a stroll in this wannabe rain.