Submitted to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck for which the theme is “The Road Ahead”: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
Through murky fog you stumble, step-by-step,
aware only of the terrain awaiting your next footfall.
Before you, somewhere, sun breaks out of gloom,
a purple crocus pierces the dank earth and snow.
Mockingbird sings of promise, Mother Dove gathers
twigs for her nest. Earth stretches, shakes off sleep.
In faith you move forward, trusting that each moment
will sustain you, nudge you onward in your journey,
that choices you have made today will bring to you
a morrow of meadows kissed with fragrant hues.