Hushed

Photo by J. Trent

Hushed
by John Trent

Primeval echoes
Haunting, the darkening wood
As rolling, feathered vapors
Glide down the uneven slope

Glowing, swelling,
It envelopes the landscape
With grey oaken pillars,
Fading deep into the wooded night

Whispering dampness
Approaches in hushed solace
As her moonlight shimmers
On fallen, dewed covered leafs

Broken and hanging,
Shadows chase the mist
While its silent presence
Consumes the darkened wood